I have a love/hate relationship with my therapist. On the one hand, she makes me talk, and on the other hand, she makes me talk. "Hey, Cal. I hear you've had an adventurous week." She sits, relaxed and smiling as I dump my bag on the floor and flop onto a sofa. "I guess..." I mumble staring at my hands. "Want to tell me about it?" "Not really." She makes no comment, just sits and looks. "Fine. My new," air quotes, "'sister' is transphobic trash and now I don't have anywhere I can be myself." "What makes you say that she is transphobic?" "She thinks jokes about there only being two genders are funny." "Hmmm..okay. Where did she hear this joke?" "It was from one of her friends on Facebook." "Okay. Did you tell her why you don't think they are funny?" "She should just know!" "And you think that hitting a wall helped her to t...