It was always my biggest fear when I was starting therapy that if I could never hold the tears back, I didn't like the thought of her just sitting there watching me cry. It hadn't happened yet, but that was my fear. It took me awhile to finally open up and cry.....and when I did, she would come sit on the couch beside me.....it helped me feel so safe. She would put her hand on my knee, or put her arm around me and let me cry on her shoulder. I was able to let the feelings out and feel safe and comforted at the same time. It was amazing. But, it didn't last. She said she did it to help me feel safe, help me trust her, and after 5 months of that (not every session), she stopped. No warning, no discussion. For good. I've never recovered from that, even 9 months later. I dream about how I would be right now if we hadn't had that rupture. It still breaks my heart. Now she just sits there and watches me. But sometimes she will cover me up with a blanket.