Thank you so much for all your comments!
So, Thursday was the last session before flying back to France. By a … funny turn of events, I learned I was actually allowed to come back to Canada approximately 20 minutes before the session…. let me tell you about adapting to new situations….
So I had prepared to say goodbye, as I had told my T, and she had too. And it was a very good ‘last’ session, warm and fuzzy. We began with organisational things, and I did tell her immediately about coming back (instead of first having her saying nice things to me as if I was going away… but yes, I thought about doing that… ^^), then contact during the break… and then, we both had gifts.
I had asked her, or more exactly told her that I wish she would give me something, like a gift, while knowing that therapists don’t do that, but something that would… tell me she cared and that I would be able to keep in spite of leaving. And she had, surprisingly, thought about that and wanted to find something, did I have any idea? I was flabbergasted. Like…. she would …. do something more? For me? She would accept to… be a real person? Like she actually really cared? Really? I just could not believe it.
So, we both had gifts and we had to decide who would go first. The T suggested we would play rock paper scissors to decide (of course we first did the same “paper/rock…” three times^^), and she won and went first. I won’t describe exactly what the gift was, but it was both a representation of the therapeutic relationship and an encouragement to take risks, which was very relevant for now (deciding to stay in Canada instead of following academic prestige…. ). And there was a small card, and… it is probably logical from a therapist: but she knows me very well, and wanted to do something that would make me happy (which is such a weird concept) and succeeded, while staying perfectly clear that she is my therapist, not my friend.
I gave her my gift too (and she asked whether she could show it to her supervisor because she wanted to share it with someone, which was very touching.
So the whole thing was very connecting, and warm and fuzzy, and I am so blessed I have such an awesome therapist, who accepts attachment and sees it as an integral part of the therapeutic part (while I die with shame every time, but I guess that as a client, that’s my job^^).
Here is the final version of my gift, I tried to thank her and represent the therapy: