I quit, then I saw another T for about 2 years, and then I went back for a closure session with my original T. That went well, and I saw her 6 months later for another one time session. I was frustrated after that. It wasn't enough, and that's when I discovered I could see her from the hallway of the other office. I felt guilty and wrote her about it. My certified letter that I cried about, came soon after. Yes, I called her and told her it sounded like it was written in ice! Very formal and terse. I remember her words. She said she cared but she had to put some distance between us. It took me a long time to get over her but somehow i did, with the help of my next T, who was more CBT oriented. I had permission from the first T to write her but that she wouldn't answer. I did, and sent photos of my kids. I hardly think about her but I have all of my journals from when she was my T. Recently I read one of them. I also have audio cassettes from when I recorded my sessions. I was very attached to her but I did get over it when I attached to another T. I used to call it my pattern, or my game when I told that T how I did it with people in my life before her. She was the first to tell me it wasn't a game, but an intense need because of what I missed as an infant. She thought the fit between my Mom and I wasn't good enough but she said it didn't mean my parents didn't love me. She was shocked when she found out my mother had died a few months before I started therapy but I didn't tell her. Actually, I read it off a paper with a list of my problems the first session but she missed it. I was kind of weird then. I didn't want to acknowledge the loss of my mother or that she had anything to do with my feeling depressed.