Yeah. It happened when I was in my teens. The therapist name was Amy. At the time I was really depressed, grieving over the death of my father and other issues. I started talking to her and I felt better. I wasn't doing great by any stretch if the imagination, but I was improving. Then. Problem with the insurance stopped me from seeing her. I tried a couple more, but I liked her too much and the others felt really crappy in comparison.

Now I am back in therapy at 27. It is different now. I am an adult and can relate to my new therapist in a different way. And all the stuff that lead me to therapy in the first place is still there. Maybe more under control these days.

I still fear abandonment. I try to keep emmotional distance. I notice a lot of the time I go in there I am emmotional detached. I talk to her but at the time I don't feel much. She says I am very flat. Maybe it is my way of opening up to her. To sort of not be there ans talk about all the stuff that is hard to say.