In therapy as I know it this time round, yes, there are definitely aspects of re-parenting. I don't see my therapist as a 'mother' though because she simply does not fit the template I have for that based on my wonderful late mother.

My therapist is like a protective older sister helping me find my way because there are no parents around anymore. Plenty of nurturing, attention and love - and admittedly a lot of patience, which I'm only coming to realise fully. Also pretty sibling-like in the tone of the fall out when Things Go Wrong. During those times I perceive her as impatient and fed up of her role trying to meet some parental needs as best she can, and I think I respond to her from a place of abject hurt about my real parents and all their crap. Hmm. This is a new realisation for me.

Alas, she will never be my sister. It stings rather.