I had told him I needed him to help me stay stable for another year, so I get everything I need to do, before I go to dignitas next year, done. I feel like I can't keep myself alive that long without his help. He had gone to his supervisory team about it and agreed to recontract for another year, just before all this happened. Prior to this, he had been the best therapist I ever had, I had made more progress, done more work, talked about things I had never talked about in my 42 years of life, things I can never utter from my mouth again to someone else. I don't trust anyone, never have, it took a year of intense therapy for my to finally trust him that much, I never looked in his eyes and finally agreed I would, and tried, briefly, but even that was an accomplishment, I felt that I had the most intimate and attached relationship with him than I was ever able to have, my psychological assessment by other psychologists states that even in intimate relationships I remain detached, and this is true, my whole life, with everybody, I just can't attach this way again, this was the only time I have been able to and now it's all fucked up, that's why this hurts as much as it does. I had told him I wanted to try to remove the walls and detachment and have that experience before I died, just once, and he made that possible for me and then.. Blahhhh.. Nothing could be more fucked up than this!