I was thinking about my other thread, and my inability to quit T. I've never put it exactly in these words before, but I have this huge need to tell my T everything I didn't tell my mother. She won't act like my Mom, and that's a good thing, because my Mom was too anxious. I didn't tell my mother what was going on with me--my problems, fears, questions. I lived with them all by myself. I feel better when I tell my T all of those concerns I had, when I was alone and afraid, but couldn't reach out. T is someone I can tell where it hurts, physically and emotionally. The child parts of me can tell her they are scared. The teenager can talk about shame in growing up. The adult can talk about fears of death. I can tell her anything, and I missed out on having someone like that for most of my growing up years. I feel satisfied when I tell her, so maybe when I am done telling her I will be able to quit therapy.