The reason I think this is because of an experience I had right out of college. It was different in most ways than being a therapist, but the same in others. I took care of people with developmental disabilities. I did job coaching with them too. I was paid to do it. It was a very one way relationship. They needed me in a way that I didn't need them. But I loved them. For real. Over 20 years later I still think about them pretty frequently. I wonder where they are and if they are OK. When one of them died unexpectedly I grieved for him. I still think about him too. He was really fun. Exasperating sometimes, but still pretty fun.