Then sometime during the past year that changed somewhat and I didn't think about him and our sessions so much. I even started to think that one day I'd say to myself, "Hmmm, it's Wednesday, isn't there someplace I'm supposed to be on Wednesday?" And then I'd go "Oh yeah, I have therapy. Almost forgot!"
So this week I'm deep into a stewing and fretting and composing speeches situation again. I also go to Al-anon and have found that helpful overall. So I thought about going to a meeting tonight and realized that the only thing I would want to talk about when I had my turn to talk would be my therapist. This isn't the first time I have wanted to talk about what's on my mind about my therapist in al-anon. So tonight I am thinking about it and realizing that my damn therapist is the most important relationship in my life. So there I will be, in a support group kind of meeting, a single, middle-aged schoolteacher with no kids and no partner, whose sixteen year old cat, for a nice cliche touch has just died, talking to strangers about how I feel about the most important relationship in my life, my therapist. I mean if I wear a cardigan and drink some chamomile tea while I'm at it, the stereotype will be complete. (No offense to any other cat loving single middle aged childless teachers who drink tea and wear cardigans--obviously we rock!)
Am I the only one for whom therapy is the most interesting and consuming part of their lives? Is your relationship with your therapist basically the most important one in your life? If so, is that OK?