Telepathy as a plot device is always about ferreting out deep secrets. There’s always hidden trauma and lost lore.
But seriously, if you read a mind, most of what you’re going get is “I have to poop. I can’t poop here; the bathrooms are filthy. I won’t make it home, though. Could I go to a restaraunt?”
The attractive telepath psychologist avoiding her own issues by reading my mind better be ready for a serious consideration of why I have to poop again when I just pooped! She’s going to be on the phone, making up with her parents in no time.