Confused, I think you might be on the brink of a good breakthrough? It took me 5-6 years to realize that when my T asked me questions it made me anxious because my stepmother was constantly asking me questions (that I couldn't answer -- "Why did you do that?" sorts of questions) and so ANY questions (even my T's when she was exploring, trying to understand me better) felt like an assault; I could not yet differentiate between "types" of questions and why they were being asked and lumped them all together as if the other person was always trying to get information to use against me.

It's a catch-22, T's can't help if we don't talk to them, tell them about ourselves, but then if they ask questions to make sure they understand, we feel under attack.