When you have a great therapist, it's a wonderful gift to have that long-term relationship. (If it ain't broke, don't fix it!) I started posting here in November last year because my therapist of 13 years became seriously ill and unable to continue his practice. When I saw him for a brief closure session along with my current T, the first thing I said to him was, "You're fired. I knew you would never quit on me, so I figured I had to fire you." We had that kind of affectionate teasing as part of our relationship. I miss him very much, but I am starting to feel less raw from the grief.

I just counted the number of therapists I've had, and it totals 11. Some were very short-term, because they weren't the right fit. I also took a few breaks over the years, although not for long, because my PTSD and depression became too overwhelming rather quickly.