My first t when I was in college went far and beyond for me. On the night my father confronted my perpetrator, my t took me to his house where I would be safe because my perp was headed to find me and my t was unsure what kind of mental state he would be in. When my perp got to town, he was told to call my t. My t took me up to his office in the middle of the night, had campus security on hand for protection, and met with us for several hours. When we were done, he took me back to his house for the rest of the night to be sure I was safe. Some would say that was stepping over boundaries, but he wasn't about to let anything happen to me if he could prevent it. (In case you are wondering, his wife was at home at the time.) He was there for me in a way no other person in my life has ever been there for me. 25 years later, we still keep in touch. He assures me that I had just as much impact on his life as he did on mine. It is a very blessed relationship.