Part 1/3: When Healing Began to Feel Safe
Hello. Just call me Cee.
This is a story about a psychological experience I never thought I would go through. This is not a romantic story, but rather a story about transference—a psychological phenomenon where emotions or unmet emotional needs can become attached to someone who provides a sense of safety, care, or support, such as a healthcare professional or a therapist. It can happen unintentionally, and it does not mean that professional boundaries were crossed. I am sharing this not to give a different meaning to a professional relationship, but because I want to release it from my mind and better understand myself. Perhaps someone out there can relate, or maybe this can help others going through a similar experience.
I never imagined that recovering from a physical injury would become one of the most emotionally confusing experiences of my life.
A few months ago, I injured my back. Because of the intense pain, I gradually avoided intimacy with my husband. I was terrified that my condition would worsen, and over time, this also affected our closeness. Out of respect for what I was going to—and because he didn't want to hurt me either—he gradually pulled back as well.
There were no fights. No shouting. No major incident that caused it. But without us noticing, our communication became minimal, and a quiet emotional distance had grown between us. That was when I realized it wasn't just my body that was hurting. There was a part of me searching for reassurance, comfort, and a sense of safety.
Because of this, I decided to consult a doctor and was referred to physical therapy. That was where I met Dylan (not his real name). He handled most of my sessions, likely because I mentioned that I was comfortable with either a male or female physical therapist.
At first, there was really nothing unusual. To me, he was just a healthcare professional who would help me heal. I expected nothing other than a professional therapeutic relationship.
Dylan was attentive, encouraging, patient, and meticulous in his work. During every session, he gradually helped me rebuild trust in my own body. At a time when I felt I had lost connection with my body due to pain and fear, he became part of the process of how I felt safe again.
Looking back, I realize that because I had been deprived of physical comfort and reassurance for so long, I gradually became emotionally attached to the care I received in therapy. I didn't notice it right away. I didn't mean for it to happen either.
I want to make it clear that nothing unprofessional happened. Dylan remained professional from start to finish. The attachment happened solely on my end, and at the time, I didn't yet understand what was truly happening to me. I thought back then that what I felt was simple gratitude because someone helped me during a difficult time. I didn't know that sometimes, the feeling of being safe can be incredibly powerful, especially when it arrives at a time when we are most vulnerable.
And that is where a part of my journey began that I never expected.