My therapist was often there when I needed her. It was unquestionably a case of enmeshed needs. When therapy fell apart, so did she. A dispassionate clinician who was not in it for her sense of self would not have lost it. The stereotype is the therapist who enters the profession to feel needed. Outwardly they can say it's all about the client, but inwardly they thrive on the constant stream of worshippers filing through their office. It's like hand and glove.