Therapy for me has largely been reparenting by a stable adult who "sees" me and who accepts me even at my most volatile. Once we established the accepting, the parenting job, just like the natal one, is to give me the tools I need to be independent. When your therapist took you on, they accepted the job of helping you to help yourself...think of it as physical therapy...they give you the excercises you need in order to heal properly and as completely as properly. In the end, they aren't our parents...they are our therapists. ...........Doesn't mean I won't be sending Christmas cards (and Halloween cards) for the rest of my life, and calling up every once in awhile to ask for a few sessions about a particular problem.......