I agree absolutely with your comment about attachment being so important, and in particular that with a mother. My own mum was not there for me, and I had a substitute in my brother, just 18 months older than me. Then in turn I mothered my younger brother. Which means that now I can get on fine with either married or gay men, but cannot relate to single men, or those who are too interested in me, if you understand that. Brothers are fine. Anything else I don't know what to do with.
Why is it therefore that I have had one therapist after another get all twitchy at the thought that I might become - horror of horrors - dependent on their support, or even fall in love with them, while I am telling them that I don't do dependent. That I do not connect with people, and that my pattern is to always walk away from them to avoid being hurt, because the pain of connecting is too high a price to pay.
Even so, I have had one therapist (my first, before I knew the rules well enough to stop what he did) accuse me of developing an unnatural obsession with him, and of being in love with him. I leave you to imagine how hurtful that was, and how traumatic the whole process of self examination in case he might be right - what has he seen in me, what have I said, what have I done. I could easily have been driven mad except for a third person who knew us both, and who said very clearly that the t was mistaken, and that the issues were his and not mine. It made me very careful after that to label my behaviours, and to ensure that professional boundaries are very carefully established and kept - for my sake.
Why do therapists get so worried about dependency? I have a daughter, and am not at all bothered about dependency, because I see it as a natural part of any relationship, and one that changes with changing circumstances; you need me today, I need you tomorrow. What is wrong with that?
If I am not allowed to even begin to relate to a t, there is nothing for me to gain from any therapy, imo. The worst of all was psychotherapy, when I was told to expect 'gentle counselling'. It was hugely damaging. I couldn't understand why it was happening, or what the t was trying to achieve, and he explained nothing; he just sat and glowered at me for 15 sessions, while denying the reality of what I told him, and left me in a very bad state. Can't even begin to understand that one.
However, current t seems very much better. She listens. She understands why I need information, and she explains what she is doing and why. And if I am not able to talk she helps me find coping strategies instead. I think the t will not last very long, but meanwhile I am growing stronger, bit by bit.