As a therapist, I am trained to not let my own personal reactions seep into my work. It isn't as easy as it sounds. A couple of summers ago, I'm sitting in the kitchen of one of my patient's home. Section 8 (low-income) housing. A darling little house, nice kitchen. Paid for. I'm talking to her about her plans. She'd just finally rid herself of her abusive, drug-using, controlling boyfriend (and father of her two children) and was starting life over again. I asked her of her plans fo...