Yes. I'm not saying things are perfect now, but when I started in therapy I was constantly convinced my T was right about to get fed up with me at any moment, and I oscillated between thinking she cared too much (scary) or that she didn't care at all. I never worry about that any more. Also in the beginning I used to miss my T during breaks so much it was physically painful, I couldn't hold onto an image of her in my mind, and often she would turn evil on me (in my head) halfway through the weekend. By contrast, this week I am taking a week off voluntarily and T is just the same in my head as always, not am I suffering from separation pains.

It really was an agonizing process of learning to take in care, learning to ask for and accept reassurance, learning she wasn't going to get fed up. It wasn't much fun at all but the results are worth it.