My husband is my best friend and supporter. He didn't understand my need for therapy and didn't like spending that money but he was 100% behind me and what I thought I needed for myself. He was my best support in therapy outside my T, just by being who he is and responding to me the way he does.

I made my work supportive. I shared myself with them and they knew I went to therapy (kind of hard to hide leaving at 1:30 or so every "Wednesday" and not returning? :-) and took their jokes and observations and used them to help me. It was interesting, their comments on Thursday morning. They'd tease me and say whether or not I'd had a "good" or "bad" session Wednesday afternoon and that was great because I could take what they said and look back and get a better idea of how I was in-the-world and how others perceived me, etc.

Practical problems (like my stepmother getting senile) I could share with some of my coworkers who were close to me in age and had similar problems. I watched and listened to how one coworker talked to her mother on the phone and copied her patient, kind, listening techniques. Other people can be examples for us, we can learn from them, which I found very supportive; it just takes a little more time and effort to pay attention to them as we do to our T because of "life" going on around us and not having the same focused space we do in therapy. But that's what I wanted from therapy, being able to hear myself think despite inside/outside stuff going on; it took practicing in a therapist's office where it's "quiet" and focused on me, first, but then I got good at real life too, LOL.