I called him at home one evening. This was in my first year of seeing him. He had never given me his home phone number but he was in the phone book. This was back when people had land lines! His wife answered and I guess she was the suspicious type - he was like, "why are you calling me here?". I was in a state, my life was totally falling apart, no home, no job - my pdoc ended up prescribing me Xanax which numbed me out. A few years later, I returned to t, off the xanax, and he tells me he got a divorce. Now it sounds ridiculous, but back then I felt like I played a tiny role. It's more about the connection of telling, the honesty, and getting it straightened out.