I feel like I'm in this boat too. I'm so attached to my T, but I'm sarcastic and a smart mouth. T seems to lure me into admitting some of my "mother" transference, then tells me to be my own mother. And she knows how much I feel the John Bradshaw advice to love my own inner child feels like T is trying to dismiss my problems. So, last week, just to be cruel, T says that John Bradshaw is the big guru in her practice. So, I wonder how Mr. Bradshaw, who never was even a licensed therapist, got to be the standard for psychiatric practice in my T's office? What happened to Carl Jung, or Freud, or Kohut who were the foundation fathers? My T is so resentful of me that she can't think straight, it seems. I feel so bad that I'm such a jerk, but I wish T could quit punching me where she knows it hurts. T is so bait n' switch. Yet I love T just like some little 3 yr old caught in the jaws of a major narscissist mother, and would perish if sent out the door.