I don't know if I have a relational pattern with the therapist. I am not especially desiring of her approval and I do not fret if she is away. I don't try to please the woman at all. I do want her to stay back.
I did not spend my childhood trying to placate or excessively please my parents either - in fact it was a major complaint of my mother's that I did not seem to care if she approved or not. I sort of accepted I was odd but unwilling to change to not be or to fit in. The exchange for that was that I knew I was responsible for not fitting in and that she was unsettled (ashamed, embarrassed or something) by the fact I was not what she wanted. I seemed to know I could be myself and keep my soul or be how she wanted me to be and lose it. And I preferred my soul to being approved of. The language I am using is a bit over the top - and certainly overstating the situation, I just can't think of more descriptive but less excitable language at the moment.
She was glad I am intelligent, a lawyer, could take care of myself, but she would have been so much happier with me if I was more like my sibling (married, children, the correct neighborhood, right car, the right sort of house with the right sort of decor and so on - not all material things but the package of caring about being usual or correct and not odd like me) or more like she was. She was always surprised that I had friends and lovers. She never thought I was nice enough or something enough that others would like me. She did like my friends and most of my lovers and they liked her too. She was very likable (seriously - people loved her from friends she had from grade school until she died to grocery store clerks who came to her funeral and told me how delightful she was) which is another thing that makes it so odd that I rejected her.

I suppose if there is a relational pattern with the therapist, it is like I relate to other strangers.
I got a bit off the topic there.