<font color="green">Oh yeah, my T is my surrogate mom for the time being. She treats me like I am a valuable child growing into adulthood. I have to do a lot of the work but she is there for me in a way that my mother never was or could be there for me. She has never said that she loves me but she has shown that she cares about me. when I tremblingly admitted to her that I had come to love her, she said that she considered it a great honor and treasure to be handled with great care. She pushes me when I need to be pushed but she is there to catch me if/when I fall. She has said that she likes me. 
I hope some day when I am done with therapy we will be friends - she has not said that will happen but I think it will.</font>
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Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
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