One session, every other week

I didn't expect to move as far as I did. I've ended up in the Poconos, wintering in an empty vacation house. Far enough that driving back to where I used to live is a two-day effort. Fortunately, I'm feeling pretty good and my therapist has agreed to work with me via phone calls every other week, so that knocks down the frequency. The phone channel isn't as good as in person, and it isn't as good as a video call, but at least we've got an established working relationship.

I remember a few years ago, I was doing four therapy hours per week: one with my primary, sometimes two with my primary, another with my EDMR therapist, another with the therapist who was doing marriage work between my wife and I, and every other week there was a group session of men who'd been abused, generally raped.

Those meetings were all very good for me, but the schedule was grueling. As a retired geezer with a car I could get to all of them, but if I was working fulltime, if I didn't have a car, or if I had single-parent obligations none of that would be happening.