My first T told me I'd be in therapy for a couple months and then I'd be fine. It's been 9 years now. I thought at first that I was going for one thing, and then in dealing with that one thing, realized my whole life had been full of abuse. I just thought it was all normal and there was this one teeny tiny thing that wasn't ok. I had no idea what I was getting into by telling someone about that one teeny tiny thing. I don't really see an end in sight as far as therapy goes either. I really may need therapy for life, and I think I'm okay with that. If I had a physical ailment that required medical attention for life, I would accept that and not question it. So if my emotional ailments require the same, then so be it.