I'm not sure if I agree or disagree but thank you. My mother wasn't intrusive. She was a worrier and over protective. It could be that I modeled the "too much" after her. Until therapy, I connected to most people superficially, or through the mail. I did have girl friends, though, so I connected on some level, but not closely. My T is probably the only person I've connected to so closely. More than my H.

The wanting to be in T's life is super strong. Craving it. Wanting her to tell me everything. To be there accepting me without trying to smother me like my mother did. My mother loved me very much. T said not to analyze so much, that maybe I'd have a dream. So I'd better stop.