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I was just thinking about when I used to work in the human services. I worked with adults with developmental disabilities, mental illness, and dual diagnosis. I LOVED my clients, truly. Each one was an individual with strengths and weaknesses, and I just enjoyed being with them, working with them, watching them grow. Sometimes at home, I would think about them. And sometimes I would see something somewhere that reminded me of one of them.

That was over 15 years ago, I've moved across the country and have no contact with anyone at my old job, and I STILL think about some of them today, wondering how they're doing, etc.

I wasn't even an individual T to any of the clients...it was a group setting, but we had enough of a relationship for them to be a REAL part of my life. I think everyone thinks about work outside of work, so when people who work with people are thinking about work, they're thinking about...the people they work with.

It's so hard to imagine what it's like to be our Ts. But the REALITY is that we actually ARE part of their lives...not the biggest, or most important...but a part, for sure. And I feel certain that they don't flip a switch in their brains and completely forget a part of their life just because they're not at work. I know they're not pining away for us like we are for them, but they don't forget.