Darkrunner- It is interesting to me what you posted. A lot of it is hard to remember as it was 30 yrs ago, but as I recall, I think there were some cultural things going on. I think coming from Europe, she may have been more inclined to help me in a more personal way, whereas an American therapist may have been more rigid about boundaries. Or maybe not, look at the beautiful stories shared in this thread.

At the time, it felt strange for someone who I looked up to, a parent type of person, to care for me. I never had that kind of caring without strings attached. Its too bad I didnt think to go there with her during therapy. I wondererd what she wanted from me. And she didnt want anything. I felt that she was committed to helping me. It may also have been that I was young and alone. I think Id do the same for a young girl in that situation.

I remember being curious about her life- she was getting divorced and then shortly got re-married to another doctor in the hopsital. Interesting! She kept changing her last name! I wanted to stalk the new H, but in those days, there was no way. So, she had a full like with a lot going on. But she did tell me she was never able to have children. I remember distinctly that she told me that and I felt badly for her b/c it looked like she wanted them.

At the time, I wasnt uncomfortable with blurred boundaries. I had no idea what boundaries were and I didnt have any feel for her doing anything too close for comfort. SHe never did. I was grateful for the clothes and advice. I a lot learned from her. I have to think aobut how/why I left. I dont think it was a single incident. It could have been that I found my next T and stopped going to her so often and then stopped altogether. I have to think back. But I know there was no closure and I didnt coontact her again. How sad.