I like my T, and I know she likes me, she has said that before. I bet we would be good friends, if our lives had brought us together in that way. But, she almost never talks about herself to me. She might with other clients, I don't think she has strong boundaries that way (it's never come up).

For me, the bottom line is that I spend all week thinking about other people- asking their problems and empathizing and giving and caring. I have 1 hour a week to think about myself and my own issues (which are pretty huge). I spend 90 seconds at the start of that hour on idle chitchat (how are you? Good, How are you?) and 90 seconds at the end confirming next week's appointment. Other than that, it's about me. We don't joke around or hug or give eachother presents. I'm not judging- those things are fine for other people, but not for me. We roll up our sleeves and get my **** taken care of. Sounds selfish, huh? Well, I've become OK with that.

Like I said, I kind of wish T and I had met differently and could just be friends, but then I'd need to find another T and I bet I'd like her too. I'll just stick with this one the way she is.