Yes I think the basis of any mental illness is fear of abandonment either real or imagined. I couldnt say what i wanted in T for a long while, it was so bad that if T had asked me if I wanted something done, I would have said no even though I meant yes. Now if I see a book out of place, I tell her and then we talk about what that means to me...in the beginning before I knew why I was telling her about the books falling over or whatever, she would stand up and straighten them for me and there'd be that part of me watching her knowing that she is a person that takes care of things.

Now I don't need that assurance so much I know she does and also know that our hour together is more important than whats wrong in the room but it took a while for me to not need her to show my physically that she can take care of me..

I think I slightly went of topic there :-(