I know my T really cares about me, because when I was having a really bad time, she wanted me to e-mail her about how my hospital admission process was going. She told me after the fact that if I hadn't agreed to go into the hospital she was seriously considering cancelling a trip she had planned. That kind of freaked me out.

I'm so used to people not caring about me, that I find it hard to accept when they do care - it just feels weird somehow. But it makes me feel good to. I also know my addictions dr. cares about me, becuase intially when I kept relapsing she could have kicked me out of the program, instead she just kept detoxing me and let me stay in the treatment program way longer than the normal 10 weeks.

--splitimage