My T told me I might be limited to 60 sessions a year by my new insurance company. I go twice a week, and mathematically that wouldn't work. Panic set it immediately and he saw it on my face. He told me regardless if I ran out of sessions or not, he would continue to see me at twice a week. He said, he wants me to always think about how that is SO far from abandoning me it's ridiculous, and to remember that when I doubt him. He also said that he couldn't do that for everybody, but he WOULD do it for me.

So when was THAT moment, you knew your T was the RIGHT one for you?