oh chronic I feel ya! I do not believe my T cares about me in any other way than she has to do her job. I can't even bear the thought of me even wanting to worry about that, because that means I care about her! Lol. My thought process about this is WHY would she really care about me? I mean morethan just as a fellow human, but as ME. I see no reason for her to. I am a "difficult" patient, I resist sharing my feelings...and it must be like pulling teeth in there with me. I don't see any amazing or redeeming qualities that I have, and especially not in there where all I do is make life harder on myself.

Just yesterday I emailed her because I was having a really hard day at work, I didn't know how I was going to make it through without crying. She tried to set up an appt with me, but I couldn't make it, and then she asked if I would want to talk on the phone...and gave me her cell #! She made a typo though and I actually never got to talk with her, but she definitely didn't need to do that. And yet, I can't see that as "caring", I see it as her doing her job.

I'm not even sure why I'm writing this except to tell you I understand. Logically, my brain tells me it would be very difficult as a T to listen to someone's life story and not care about them. Making US understand that is totally different.