I wish I could tell u all what my t is like and how much he means to me in a easy way but I can't. We have become almost to close but it goes both ways. At one point his boss had warned him about becoming to attached but he finds it difficult to not feel the way he does. I don't mean in the way of personal relationship but in the sense that he feels parental towards me and is very protective.

My kids live two doors down from his home-which is kind of funny. I feel like there is always an angel watching over my babies because I trust him with every breath I have. He is retiring soon--but he is opening an office for me, so we can continue with our "work" together.

This is the strangest relationship that I have ever had but yet its in a good way. Others accept that we are close and would never step over the boundries of patient/therapist. He is older, married with 3 wonderful kids. I have meant his kids and wife: they are good people.

If it weren't for him, I would be dead. He held on tight enough that I did not let go. I was close to giving up, starvation had not only become a serious ED but I decided that it would also be my way of suicide. But I was able to reach out to him as my trust and faith had built its strength the more we bonded and kept me alive.

So I hate calling him my t because he is my hero. We have this joke between the two of us as we refer to him as: SUPER THERAPIST. Then we laugh and call me wonder woman because I used to love her when I was a kid--I would run around and pretend I was her: lololol.

Justy