I am 31. My T is close to my own age. She sees me at my worst, when I am sobbing, and other times, when I refuse to sob, refuse to accept my emotions, when I dig my heels in like a child and refuse to talk. She sees me in ways that my mom no longer can (mom died 3 years ago).
Sometimes, I need to escape reality and do as a child would, totally rely on someone else. That someone is my T.