So, it's not that I don't have emotions, but I only realize that I felt something about five years on (really!). I don't recognize when I'm hurt or when I'm happy. I guess I just don't ever indulge my desires because I don't know what they are. I don't know what makes me happy. I just keep going. And I don't realize how it must have been a feat until I look back.

So I guess treat myself impersonally. I don't seem to recognize that I am a person with emotions and all that. I treat myself like a stranger, maybe...

Actually, I related a lot to the description for "over controlled" adult from the radically open dbt link...