Dear T, so you walked with me in the storm. Did you like it? I didn't think you would, but you did. All these years you never left, even when I was at my worst and made you so defensive! I have to say I was quite delighted to see you feeling bad at least one fifth of what I felt when misunderstood. It was horrible and I'm sorry, but it really did help (a lot) to realize you have feelings too and can be hurt as much as I do. It made me grow up in a sense, I don't want to be always protected as a patient: I wanted support, but I came to face hurtful things - and learned the art of respect and compassion. I feel I'm FINALLY leading towards a safe, healthy attachment.
I value your admitting you forgot something without hiding it with some cheap excuse and your rare ability to rush around the table to hug me trusting your guts, not always checking the "guidelines-for-hugs/cry/laughter-in-therapy" book for the Perfect Therapist. Thanks for your unique mix of mind and heart. And thanks for T2.
P.S. if you'll ask me once again if I want you to come to my checks I'll say yes, so be careful with what you offer to do - you might not wanna see my new stoma, lol.