I was very attached to the first therapist I ever saw. She is only 8 years older than I, but she was a mother figure for me. I saw her through most of my twenties and into my early thirties. After I finished therapy with her, I found myself calling her once a year for several years for an appointment. Finally after 5 or 6 years of that, I realized I was making the appointments as an acceptable social way to see her, and so the next time I wanted to see her I called her and told her I wanted to see her but did not want an appointment. She asked me if I meant I wanted to be friends with her and I said yes, but only if that was okay with her. She said she wanted to be my friend, and told me that once our relationship changed, she could never be my therapist again. I already had a different therapist and I knew I had basically grown up and outgrown my first therapist as a therapist, but we always had gotten along really well. So I told her that was fine. So, we went out for lunch. She and I both worked really hard to integrate each other into our outside therapy lives and we have ended up being really good friends. And no, I cannot even imagine her as mother figure to me anymore.