" I really feel no one listens to me. That nice doctor pretends that listening is the purpose of his visit. But his real aims are entirely different, I can tell by the way he jollies me along, trying to give me the courage to live (how can you “give” someone that?), explaining that everyone here is trying to help me, that my illness is sure to go away if I start trusting them, that in fact my illness is due to my not trusting anyone. But I’ll learn that here, in time. Then he looks at his watch and thinks what an impression his report on this case will make at the seminar this evening. He has found the key to anorexia: trust. You ass! What were you thinking of when you started preaching trust at me? They all preach trust, but none of them deserve it. You say you want to listen to me, but all you do is try to impress me, you want to fool me, you want me to like you, admire you, and you want to get something out of this whole business: you want to be able to tell your colleagues how clever you were in getting an intelligent woman to trust you. "

― Alice Miller , The Body Never Lies: The Lingering Effects of Hurtful Parenting