I feel comfort as soon as I walk into my T's building. It's the only place I really feel safe. It's the only place I can cry. I mostly cry because the way he makes me feel. I feel he actually cares about me. I've never had anyone care about me the way he does. He's just so gently and ethical. He is always honest with me. I know he just wants to help me and does all he can to help.

Whenever I call to make an appointment I'm so afraid the receptionist is going to tell me he no longer works there. I would just die. My T said he not going anywhere.

I love him, but not in a sexual way. I love him for who he is.