Chopin, your post makes me think of two things from my childhood that I should probably tell my T about.

1) When I entered preschool, for the first two weeks I hung onto my grandma's leg and sat on her foot and screamed and cried, so she wouldn't leave me there. They had to pry me off every day. Pretty sure that's not a sign of secure attachment.

2) When I was small and walking through a parking lot with my mom, she would say, ”Hang onto mama's beltloop. These people like to hit little children.”

Maybe 1 and 2 are related, huh?