I called my therapist the evening my dog died; he was comforting and told me he was pleased I called him. When I told one of my would-be therapists this she looked appalled and said: "He's lucky you aren't borderline."

Actually I called him weekends too when I was ultra manic. He handled that well and never chastised me. I tried not to bug him too much when I was better. I don't know where I would have been if he were less flexible.