Yep. That's exactly why I started therapy..exactly. The question of whether or not I was loved/lovable never even crossed my mind.

I think slowly, over the years, as T has given me so much of what I missed as a child, I started to really SEE how much love I missed, and how unlovable I felt. It seemed like a non-issue before...like *I* wasn't lovable, but I was good at loving others, and it was just how it was. It hurt when I started to first feel it, but now it's all worth it.