Hi,

I ended a broken-boundaries relationship with my therapist last weekend. I could have reported her to the professional body she was associated with - what she did was against therapy rules. But I worked through my thoughts and feelings (with a lot of support) and decided to tell her how devastated and angry I was, then walked away. It was a rather long and complicated and messy ordeal and a difficult decision to come to.

I know her pretty well. She is upset and very affected by all of this, and it seems has also learned a lot about boundary crossing between client and therapist.

Now I am really sad at this loss, the sadness keeps interrupting my days. I think I had to drink a gallon to replace what I lost in tears....but I also have the most amazing sense of freedom! It is like that carrot she held dangling in front of me, tantalizing me with - because I knew she could help me feel better and I thought I couldn't do it for myself, is gone. She could meet some desperate young emotional need inside of me that I was paralyzed to do anything about. I could never get enough of her caring and was stuck in a weird child or victim dynamic, with she as the rescuer and me as the child. But now, that tempting to go to her and think about her and need her in that way isn't happening. It's like it is no longer an option and I feel adult and free to finally live. Whew. I had no idea there would be good on the other side of my relationship with her. I'm finally standing on my own two feet.
It's amazing.

IHTS