Some guy walked in while I was waiting for my T and no one helped him and then my therapist came out to get me and I said "who is that guy?" And she said "I don't know." We were both a bit freaked out by him. On my way out she whispered to me "hopefully that guy is gone."

I feel kinda bad that my therapist didn't ask what he needed. Just left him in the waiting room with my mom. She did admit she should have said something but she has told me before that she deals with anxiety. So maybe she got spooked.

She told me she loves my emails and would love to run into me in public. The complete opposite of what my transference T was like.