my T is so re-parenting me. she's the one that will sit on the couch and hold me. she's the one that tell's me she's proud of me. she's the one that tells me she isn't going anywhere over and over again. all that stuff i didn't get growing up. she said it isn't wierd and she's fine with it. i'm so glad. she says someday i won't need it - it's a process. and she's a year younger than i am.