I remember when I was seeing a therapist, I once saw an angry person leaving, just before I was going in. It was a strange experience. Had never seen other patients there before. I had a weird experience, like almost as if I had seen a strange guy coming out of my girlfriend's home. I actually started to ask a couple of questions but my therapist said no info can be given because it breaks confidentiality. I felt bad because I'm not the type of person who would ask such a thing. Yet I HAD asked about it. I started to wonder about that patient, never saw him again though. I thought if my therapist was as kind with him too, if my T cared about him more, if I was replaceable, all kinds of thoughts. Up to that moment, though I knew my T had other patients, I never thought about it. This made it very real to me.