Not much. I've asked my brother but he's younger than me and I've asked my aunt.

But, in the end, what difference does it make? So, sure - this or that happened. Big whoopdedoo!! So what? Okay, as Wallin calls it, maybe some small trauma (small t). so what? Then because of that, attachment to T? so what? So, what is gained by understanding? I'm beginning to see now that it makes no sense to try to make sense of it all. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter. The best thing to do is to stop all this scurrying around trying to find meaningless answers. Because, in the end, it doesn't matter. Life goes on - we get up in the morning, eat breakfast, run errands, wash the dishes, fix dinner, go to sleep. For me, (and I'm only talking about me - not people with real problems), for me it's an obvious waste of time and emotional energy. It's a superbly devious way for my ego to gain extra gratification. I mean, what is more fun that to be self-absorbed? For someone like me it is the ultimate high. When I ask myself what I want to do for fun, the most pleasurable option that comes to mind is to engage in what I used to call self-reflection but now label emotional masturbation. Somehow I need to walk away from this. But I know I won't. I'm too addicted to my narcissistic ways. I wonder if other addiction healing modalities would work for my pathetic addiction. Even writing this post is feeding my ego driven need for 'pay attention to me!'