I think I feel similarly. I do feel attached to the way he is as a therapist, to the process of releasing certain thoughts and feelings to him each week, to the safety net of emailing him if something really distressful happens, and to his office. I'm sure the attachment to his office is symbolic, it's not like it's a place of inspirational beauty or something. I just associate it with peace and safety.

But my T doesn't disclose much at all about himself. I know him as a therapist very well. I know how he thinks, how much compassion he has, how careful and professional he is. I know what he looks like when he's trying not to be angry, trying not to laugh, trying not to cry, and when he is worried about me. But I don't feel I could ever say, as some have about their T's -- under different circumstances than mine -- that I love him, because honestly I really don't know much about him. In my particular case I actually feel it would be disrespectful to say I love him because I couldn't -- you can't love a person you know next to nothing about. I don't even know what he reads or watches on TV or whether he has pets. And that's okay with me.