Yes, I'm sure my therapist cared about me! I think I was seen as a whole person (with scars) on my way to build a better life for myself and those I cared for. I think he saw himself as a living person as well. With that I mean that he was able to use himself in the therapy, not afraid "to feel my feelings", not afraid to carry what was too difficult to carry for me (tolerated my feelings, my losses, my harmed sides), but also being present with regard to put in questions to help me reflect and grow.

I don't go to therapy now. I can still be depressed, but am able to use selfhelp techniques and still broaden what I learned in therapy. I relate that (my abillity to go on without a therapist) to a good cooperative relationship between the therapist and me in former times and to his therapeutic skills, his ability to know when to intervene and when to listen and only give a "uhmmm" as sign on that he was with me. Of course he cared!