I think, for me, it was more that I felt like my family dynamics were just repeating in therapy. My brother was the dramatic one. He always managed to take precedence over my needs. There was always some crisis of his that demanded immediate attention, and left me just taking care of myself again.

I know that in this case, it was a genuine emergency, and T did get back to me as soon as she was able to, so I wasn't left to take care of myself. But, it did bring up those old feelings.