This is interesting. ...I came to the conclusion, years ago, that some people suffer from what I call "Terminal Specialness", or "Toxic Specialness"----and I always felt in danger of falling into that------Guess I thought much of my mother who clearly had a, usually unspoken, belief that "no one" could understand her, no one had suffered what she had suffered...even as a kid, I remember wishing she would make some friends with the other moms on the block, (she had friends, but no one, till much later, to just have coffee with in the am...)---and as I got older, I realized she may have avoided them because they actually had related experiences growing up...in many ways she had been more "successful", but didn't really believe it, and feared being connected to others---(her friends generally had had worse experiences, surviving the holocaust for instance..----or totally different lives with privilege and money and she couldn't imagine they had problems....and when they did why they couldn't just "take care of it")---------
In fact, most of us have to grow up through some kind of dysfunction/difficulty. I think the problem really comes when, as noted, the communication is perverted, indirect, full of riddles/innuendoes and the feeling that there is something going on that no one is acknowledging, and you had better not try to say anything about it...
(so, of course as a child I did like stories of abandoned orphans whose father rescued them in the end--------but, then, I really wanted to be Gretel, and save my brother by pushing the wicked witch into the fire--but I Never understood how their Father could be less responsible for the situation than the "evil" stepmother---HE was the one that abandoned them in the forest after all-------------I do have a problem with the central figure of the evil female...
I am rambling, not enough coffee, not enough thought given to the subject.
So, why stop.
Years ago, during therapy, I had a brief but potent vision of my therapist and I sitting inside the shell of a giant egg, this office distorted, as it would be, around us, he sat in the smaller end of the egg, I sat in the larger end, the light was lovely.
Afraid the egg didn't hatch though.