My T asked me this a while back and I thought he was nuts. He asked me the day I finally disclosed my feelings for him, and I think he was trying to get to the root of my transference. At the time, he meant nothing to me, aside from the object of my fantasies (which I would never share.) I knew practically nothing about him. Now I think I'm starting to get it.

To me, he represents learning to accept kindness and patience from a man without feeling like I need to repay him or show him my gratitude with sex. He also represents my path towards learning to trust in the face of uncertainty. I know we will one day part ways but I don't know when or how I will handle it. Lastly, he is the only person in my 30+ years who stands a chance at really getting to know me. This is both terrifying and a relief, since of course the ultimate goal is to 'practice' with him, have a positive experience, and try again in the real world.

Does your therapist represent anything to you?