More: my t has been right there beside me working through my complexes and projections, celebrating with me for both little things and big things alike (I don't think I'll ever forget the way she squealed with pride when I told her I'd published my book of poems), gotten frustrated with me in a human, honest way that in itself was healing for me because she did it with compassion and acceptance even so; and been the epitome of gracious with me when I was anything but (that time we argued and I hung up on her, then called her a couple days later to apologize and ask for another chance which thankfully she gave me), I could go on and on. Therapy with current t has been the absolute best thing I could ever do for myself. Last week, we talked about how I have 'pulled back my projections' and see her as 'only' my t now - not my mother, not my grandma, not any of the other roles I have projected onto her over the years... I told her that I can't just say "only" my t without saying also that she is a skillful, warm and caring t. I think she was really touched when I told her that.