My first therapist I ever had I felt was wonderful, she told me how much she looks forward to our appointments (left me feeling that I must perform even more incase this changes). Talked a lot about herself and even sent me a poem she had written about suffering to show me all humans suffer (had no inner strenght to put my problems over hers at this point and felt bad to talk about me and wanted to please so wanted her to tell me even more about her). Told 2months off when her dog died, yes dog, because she told me when she came back, that she had to weight up taking care of me (did I feel bad, versus taking care of herself) .

I think I could write a comedy out of that experience and up until I got the T I have now, I thought she was doing it right lol