I've had a few over the past 20 months with my current T, but the most recent was, I think, the most profound. I have severe fears of abandonment by him (thanks to former-T). So, I have always had a fear of needing too much, saying something bad or too much, etc. We have talked a lot about it and he's encouraged me to talk about all of my feelings, no matter what they are, that healthy attachment and needing support from him was not wrong, and that nothing short of threatening his life would make him end therapy with me without my agreement. In our last session, I read a journal entry where I talked about how I thought more and more about him and that I hated it because I knew it meant I wanted to trust him more to support me. I said in the entry that I'm afraid to let him hug me (he's offered a couple of times in 20 months, and I did, but it was sort of a weird, half hug thing). It's been a while since he offered, I'm guessing because he knew I was uncomfortable. I said in the entry that I was worried if he hugged me that I would never want to let go and that my heart would break into a million pieces when I had to leave his office. But at the same time, sometimes after a really hard session, I thought a hug would be nice. So, after I read my journal, time was almost up (of course!). He was so completely at ease and reassuring about everything I just read, even though I felt like I might die of shame and embarrassment. We talked for a few minutes, then he said "how about we end with a hug until next time"? I said ok and stood up, and we had a nice, normal, appropriate hug. I didn't break down, or feel devastated, or cry the whole way home (or at all). I think I finally trusted that he would still be there next week for my appointment, that he wasn't going anywhere.