After some time in treatment, I thought I understood how his wife must have felt. Dr. B was always punctual, courteous, and cooperative, eagerly trying to please me. But the sessions were amazingly sanitized, colorless, and cerebral. At one point, I interrupted him and said something like, “You know, I wonder if you have any idea how hard you are on me?” He was thunderstruck. “What do you mean?” he said. “I do everything I can to please you. I work hard to think about everything you say or suggest. I don't know what else I could do.” Sounding I'm sure a bit like his ex-wife, I said, “That's just it! You don't let me exist. You don't let me be a real person in the room with you. You never disagree with me, you never get angry,” etc., etc. You get the picture. (And yes, we could have an interesting discussion about what we might call my “deviation from technical neutrality.”)