My T didn't realize I was leaving feeling like crap until I happened to tell him, not really on purpose. I kinda thought that was how I was supposed to feel when I left. This was a while ago so I am not clear on how it all changed. He said something about how I was not comfortable with transitions. I'm like, no, my cousins were big babies about my aunt and uncle leaving when we babysat them, but I never was - I was always "too big" to cry, I was always supposed to be a big girl (and am I ever now!). I said I hated that he left me at the inside door. He started walking me to the outside door (still all inside his little office) unless someone is already in the waiting room adjacent, usually there isn't. Making the transition easier, I guess, more pleasant? I would just feel ABANDONED waiting for the elevator by myself. I don't anymore, I feel pleasant, almost happy. Let your T help you with this. We are assuming too much, that we don't have to. We are TOO good of kids.