Well, I hear you all. The whole therapy thing is crazy. Totally utterly crazy. they care, they don't. There is a lot of push/pull in it.

However, what I have learned is that, for me, the "truth" about the relationship is that it lies in the in between.

It's not all clinical, and it's not all emotional. They are not our idealized mother/father/lover/friend and they aren't just our doctors either.

The good ones sit right in the middle of those opposites.

Our job is to hold them right there in that spot and tolerate, perhaps even embrace, that place in our lives.

I know I had to sit and really work to bring my therapist to that place. Part of allowing him to come there was letting him now where I was.

I knew I would either get there, or run away screaming about how insane the whole thing was.

Luckily I didn't run away.