T never gives me a hug. In a year and a half, twice I got some pats on the arm while leaving; after a particularly painful session, and after one that was very warm and connected.

Last time I went in, I arrived just in pieces, and she put me back together again, for which I was very grateful. On the way out I asked her would it be OK if I gave her a hug, and she gave me a big smile and opened her arms. I gave only a brief one but that was fine.

yesterday I didn;t ask for one but she walked to the door with me as if waiting to see if I would ask again. The idea that she was "there" for me to that extent, if I needed her, was very comforting.