Yeah, it makes me quite sad. I try not to think about it too much. In the 9 years since my father died, T has been the only person in my life whom I have interacted with on a consistent, regular basis (besides my mother). Other people who mean the world to me came into my life later, or they were there before but drifted in and out as people tend to do. T has provided a sense of continuity that I have so desperately needed. So obviously, this relationship means a lot to me.

I don't ever want to be her friend, but sometimes I wish I could talk to her about meaningful things that don't involve my issues, like psychology in general, history, travel, religion, et. al. Like a correspondence or something like that.

This may sound silly, but here's something I think about from time to time. Since most people don't have a relationship with their therapist after termination, do you ever wonder if maybe you'll see T in the afterlife? (If you believe in one). Then all the boundaries will be gone. You can finally ask him or her everything...how often they really thought of you, the real extent of their compassion for you, what they were like outside of their professional role. Maybe that's too strange of a thought. I do think this about other people as well (whom I know I'll probably never see again), not just people with whom I strictly have a working relationship.