I really liked my therapists, and I depended on them, but I wouldn't say I felt overly dependent on them or that my feelings for them were in any way extreme. They were good people. I would have liked them just as the people they were with or without them being my therapists.

But as my therapists I appreciated them for their consistency, for their professionalism, for their skills, and for their dedication to helping me get through what I was going through. They were supportive and honest with me. They didn't foster overdependence; in fact, they were very quite adamant that I keep their role in my life in perspective.