I was new to therapy about a year and a half ago and was very wary of the whole Wizard of Oz scenario, that you describe, but what I’ve recently found is that the whole wizard thing was my idea, not his. He’s never professed to be wiser than me, but has patiently waited for me to come to the realization that he’s just a regular person who is interested in listening to what I have to say. It’s a huge relief and I feel like I can finally start therapy.