I think my T is many things.

He is definitely my advocate. He has advocated or been willing to advocate for me on many things.

He is my cheerleader. He sees in me what I don't see in myself and keeps me going.

He is my confidante. There's nothing I can't tell him.

He is a professional, yes, but he is also a person. He has good days and bad, he has his faults, he's not perfect.

We also have a dual relationship and keep everything very separate, for the most part. Occasionally we'll talk about class for five minutes and then we'll both say "we're not even supposed to be talking about this" and move on...but therapy never ever ever comes to class.

He's not a paid friend. He's my therapist. And he's everything a therapist should be to me.