Normally, I would have been crushed. I know they are not supposed to take gifts. I said "too bad" and have given 5 or 6 over the past years. He has taken them graciously and now I know why. He said "The past three sessions you've brought me gifts". That morning I questioned myself too. When I like someone, I give them "stuff". Just little stuff, but I want to give....of myself. It's my way of saying "I like you and you matter to me" instead of verbally taking that risk.....rejection; petrified of it. I told him I thought as soon as I left, he would surely throw the gifts in the trash. That stems from me feeling so disposable and discarded all my life. So, me taking the chance of bringing him something (having the guts) to risk rejection was a huge step for me. Two gifts were perishable, but the other one is affectionately placed on the bookcase in my line of sight! That means a lot to me and he knows it is important. Stretching the boundaries can be good sometimes.