I feel u. I feel exactly the same actually, only too hopelessly attached and desperate and lonely to consider not doing therapy. In a way it feels like a drug I'm addicted to.
I *think* my therapist cares about me. I *think* that I must sense some genuine caring or else I wouldn't be so attached. Unfortunately with all my wounds and background I will probably never fully trust that.
Sometimes I think if therapy has done anything for me it's that it showed me why I'm so depressed. My life is almost totally lacking in people that care about me, and almost totally lacking in open honest communication. And sadly, it's just better if those things come naturally.