I was just pondering this today. Sometimes I feel like I'm T's only client and then it's kind of jarring to think of everyone else who sits in there with him.

I know that T loves me and cares about me. And I know that he can love and care about other clients without his love for me being diminished. But there are times it's hard to hang onto that.

When I worked in mental health, I worked with lots of different clients, and I really did care about each of them, and have a relationship with each of them. There were a few I really loved and I still wonder about occasionally, years later. Remembering that usually makes me feel better.

Miss C is right....the therapy relationship is in a category all by itself.