I said goodbye today to my T of four years.

As far as goodbye goes, it was as good as it gets. We talked about what I've achieved in therapy and what I want to work on next with my new T. I told him how much I appreciate him and how even though I've done the work (as he always insists), it wouldn't have been as tolerable or as meaningful without him right beside me.

Working with him was not always easy or fun, and he did make some mistakes along the way that brought out my tendency to want to just run away. But neither of us gave up. It was like... In that room we created something really beautiful, an example of growth and change and positive human interaction.

He said he does worry about me the way a parent might worry about a kid on a playground: there's always the possibility that I could fall and hurt myself. But there's a much greater likelihood that all will be well.

He told me he thinks this move will be good for me, that it will give me more freedom and control than I have now with respect to work, and more opportunities to put into practice what I have learned.

It was just so lovely to sit in that office with this person who has been so good to me, with the sun streaming through the window and the last hour all ours.

I'll miss him. I'm sad. He's been a major person in my life.

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