Imagine you’re terribly depressed. At the behest of your loved ones, you finally muster up the courage to go for help. You spend tons of money and hours of your time developing a rapport with a therapist and begin to let your guard down. But as soon as you start really getting to the crux of your troubles and pouring your thoughts and feelings out to your therapist, something changes. Rather than lending you a sympathetic ear or constructive advice your therapist begins to lecture you about your privilege based on your race or gender.
