I've thought this before, but now it's just striking me on another level, like reality is finally settling in. For me therapy has been a lot about feeling overly attached to someone I don't even know, who becomes almost like an imaginary friend to me when the session is over. It occurred to me this morning after reading some article about dependency in therapy, just how 'sad' this is. The article talked about how truly sad it was, that people became so attached to T's because growing up they didn't have anyone to fill their need to be loved, and likely don't now as well. It went on to say that even a caring spouse couldn't always fill the gap. I've always felt sad and pathetic, but now I know why and how justified I was.