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This happened 2 years ago, when I was 20. My SA was at its worst point and my parents did little to help me with my SA. (Well, actually they did a lot of things to make me feel better and helped me a lot, but they simply made me feel worse and didn't help me the right way).
I was feeling very lonely and nobody could undertand what was wrong with me, not even my psycotherapist. My parents then decided that I had to got to another psycotherapist (this was the first time in months that my parents did something that really helped me).
I started going to the new psycotherapist, and it was perfect. It was the first time in years that someone really understood what my problems were and really helped me (and still does). I suddenly fell in love with her, even though she was 29-30ish. Every day I was thinking about her, and I would usually be very happy when I went to see her. I would sit there, listen to her with attention and look at her with a happy smile (and talk to her about my problems, of course :lol: ).
About 6 months later, I was thinking that it was time to tell her what I felt, how important she had been to me and how much she had helped me. I was also going to ask her if she felt the same about me, but I feared that she was married or something. One day, I saw she had a photograph. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was there, with her husband and her daughter.
I then fell into a deep depression that fortunately lasted 4 days, then I told my self. "Hey! She's a bit old for you. Don't you think? Anyway, she will be your "friend" and she will continue helping you like she did in the past." This made me feel much better, and I'm still happy to have her as my psycotherapist. I've never spoken to anyone about this and probably will not say it to anyone I know.
I was feeling very lonely and nobody could undertand what was wrong with me, not even my psycotherapist. My parents then decided that I had to got to another psycotherapist (this was the first time in months that my parents did something that really helped me).
I started going to the new psycotherapist, and it was perfect. It was the first time in years that someone really understood what my problems were and really helped me (and still does). I suddenly fell in love with her, even though she was 29-30ish. Every day I was thinking about her, and I would usually be very happy when I went to see her. I would sit there, listen to her with attention and look at her with a happy smile (and talk to her about my problems, of course :lol: ).
About 6 months later, I was thinking that it was time to tell her what I felt, how important she had been to me and how much she had helped me. I was also going to ask her if she felt the same about me, but I feared that she was married or something. One day, I saw she had a photograph. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was there, with her husband and her daughter.
I then fell into a deep depression that fortunately lasted 4 days, then I told my self. "Hey! She's a bit old for you. Don't you think? Anyway, she will be your "friend" and she will continue helping you like she did in the past." This made me feel much better, and I'm still happy to have her as my psycotherapist. I've never spoken to anyone about this and probably will not say it to anyone I know.
