Boundaries weren't even something I explicitly understood until I was in T - well, not that I had no idea about them at all or didn't have them, but using the term the way Ts do/psychology does or thinking about and discussing them wasn't something I did. Maybe I was just kind of ignorant along those lines? I don't know. Guess I thought about it in other terms - like having my space, others had theirs, having common courtesy/manners, being respectful of others, rules/regulations/expectations, etc. I thought of my boundaries as my 'walls' I guess.....and boy did I have walls!!
I didn't mind that T had boundaries .... but I DID mind the ones that seemed more personal, more designed to keep me at a distance or rather, to push me OUT when she had already allowed me in. THAT is what pissed me off. Yes, I hated certain boundaries she had .... well, maybe I hated more how she wasn't aware she had let me cross them and then re-drew them. That hurt.
With T2 I had the advantage of a greater awareness of boundaries/boundaries in T. And I appreciated her clarity about her boundaries from the very start ... not me discovering them by crossing them, or T re-drawing them tighter when she had let them be too blurred/broad. There was a comfort in T2's boundaries; they were honest, firm, but compassionate and in my best interests. I never tested her boundaries. I knew she meant them, and she gave me plenty of space to have my real needs (not my wants) met.
I don't mind my friends' or my H's boundaries.
I like my boundaries. They help me define myself, know myself, and keep myself secure, whether alone or with others.
Knowing my own boundaries better helps me tolerate boundaries I may not always like in other, too, though.