I don't know if my T actually was reparenting me, I mean, he never used that term. But it did feel like it, in the way that Waterbear and BayBrony discribed.

In therapy, I learned what it's like to have someone that's always there for you, that you can depend on, that you can learn from. Someone who is consistent and strong. Someone who believes in you, who helps you grow and build self esteem.

I did not want my T to be my father, although I regularly dreamt of what life would have been like if someone like him would have raised me. I believe I would have been the person I was supposed to be a long time ago, and life might have been a bit easier.