The word love said by a therapist is meaningless to me. Clients are just clients. Sure, I think decent therapists care about their clients in a general sense. I think it would be hard for anybody to spend hours talking to somebody and not care at all about them. But I don't think it's love 99% of the time. Clients come and go. A therapist will have hundreds of clients in their career. Am I supposed to believe they loved them all? If so, they must remember all their stories in intimate detail, and I very much doubt that. They must have mourned when each client left - so probably a perpetual state of mourning since clients leave all the time.

I just don't find it believable that therapists love their clients the vast majority of the time. People say that there is always enough love to go around, as if people have some sort of bottomless reservoir of love inside them. I don't subscribe to this idea. Love is not without its burdens, and it would be particularly burdensome to be a therapist who loves a client because of the boundaries of the relationship.