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Originally Posted by Petra5ed
That's awesome! I had the opposite, my therapist won't say he loves me, perhaps because he doesn't, which has left me questioning everything. It must be nice to know you're loved. I have no idea what that must feel like... Safety?
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Safety, warmth, rise in endorphins.... my T used to tell me she loves me, and I'd walk out of there with my head a bit higher, more confidence in myself, all because I knew that in that room, someone who was hearing every little thing about myself, still loves and cares about me. I found it very healing. And very hurtful when taken away.