When you say you miss your T, what do you miss?

How she makes me feel better and how she makes me laugh, no matter how upset I am. She cares about me and believes in me and just wants the best for me. And I just enjoy talking to her; I actually would like to be her friend.

I also have a hard time in between therapy sessons. I miss talking about my frustrations and how I feel inside. Talking about it helps a lot. When I'm at home, I feel like my family are annoyed by me and aren't helpful. I just like having someone listening to me and the way I feel, without criticizing or judging me.

Thanks for this thread.
It's helped me see that I am not alone with these feelings.
I miss my T because he listens with no judgement, I can say whatever I want and not feel stupid or embarrassed and he helps me to find ways forward.
I miss his patience, going over and over the same stuff and feel that he genuinely does care about me.
It's a very special relationship that I have never had in my life before.
I don't know how I will ever be able to stop going to T !

So much of what everyone has written really resonates with me. I think that whole being "seen" thing--understood, cared-for, just generally made to feel as though my feelings and experiences matter--is powerful and hard to go without. I also think feeling homesick or hungover is a pretty apt description of what happens for me in the wake of therapy. It's exhausting but I guess on some level I have decided the trade off is worth it. My rational brain really doesn't get it; it seems like I'm paying to be made more miserable or to become addicted or something. I'm always focused on my next fix and the good feeling is so evanescent. Is the goal to somehow nail down that feeling and keep it inside at all times?

I also get what Perna and some others were talking about, a kind of intellectual satisfaction from the connection and conversation where it gets to be all about me. There is a kind of pleasure in figuring stuff out or just getting to say it at all. Some of that comes from a mature adult place but some of it comes from a young tantrum-y place that's waiting to see what T is going to do with hateful cranky adolescent feelings and ideas.

I miss being able to talk openly about experiences, feelings, and thoughts openly. With a caring person that understands what I'm saying, what I've gone through, and they usually help me get back on track. I don't know how he does it... I haven't figured that out yet. But, every other week is a huge emotional release and mind-clearing session to last until our next meeting.

Validation.

Having someone to talk to

Someone who can normalize what I'm feeling and also tell me everything gonna be all right, someone to say:
Don't be afraid that's just your body reacting to this or that, it's temporary, it will pass, and if it doesn't pass soon enough, I can help you deal with it, that we will do everything possible, and more often than not, that will be enough.

I miss safety, being contained.