I had a T who would pretty much respond when I had a problem, but I never felt totally resolved about it. I stayed anyway because I thought so many other things were good. I wish I had paid attention. Eventually she got upset with my questions and started telling me what my problem was, and it wasn't her problem.

I found a new therapist. The other day, for about the fourth time, I told him something he did that was difficult for me. He responded as he always has: listening, checking in with what was going on with him, and exploring the issue with me. He never owns what he doesn't think he should own, but he will own what he thinks is his, and he never sounds defensive. He seems open and curious. The last time I almost started crying. It just felt so wonderful to not be afraid I was going to make him angry, uncomfortable, whatever.