I'm thankful for my T because he hasn't given up on me. He tells me he's not "done" with me yet (when I basically accused him of being so).

I'm thankful for the way my T connects with me in the moment - there's a hint of true caring, as though he might actually enjoy meeting with me on some level and really wants to help. As though I might not be 100% disgusting or unlovable.

I'm just thankful I went to see my T in the first place. And that he was so overly accommodating and helpful. It was like he could see the pain even before I could admit it existed and he knew how fragile I was and how fragile the act of me reaching my hand out was - that he treated my "cry" for help with so much respect and care.

He's not perfect, no. And he did hurt me, but he did apologize....I'm thankful my T seems dedicated to working through things with me and that he doesn't give up