At least mine was really good at explaining and clarifying that "process." In fact, during the entire period of time that I actively resisted, she kept wanting to talk about it. Made me so squeamish. I guess I finally got conditioned to it, and I think that must be when it snuck up on me. One day she told me she was going out of the country for a couple of weeks and she saw an "oh MAN!" look on my face. That's when she told me with a satisfied smile on her face "That looks like attachment to me."