I've always said, it's a numbers game (which speaks in part to the OP's original theorem about psych professionals ending up on the receiving end more often). I kissed a few frogs before I met my prince, but first I had to meet a whole lot of people, before I even came across the frogs. 
Seemed like the minute I was really enjoying being single, had no hang ups about it at all and could have hung in like that indefinitely, was the minute I met my (late) husband. Although I wouldn't change a thing, it was really kind of an interruption at the time...
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“We use our minds not to discover facts but to hide them. One of things the screen hides most effectively is the body, our own body, by which I mean, the ins and outs of it, its interiors. Like a veil thrown over the skin to secure its modesty, the screen partially removes from the mind the inner states of the body, those that constitute the flow of life as it wanders in the journey of each day.”
— Antonio R. Damasio, “The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness” (p.28)
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