Not wanting T to talk about himself: I think that my aversion to this comes at least partly from experience with my mother, who somehow seemed to be wanting me to take care of her, so she would talk about herself. Sometimes. This contradicted other behavior when she would be the total dictator of action and thought. So the switching between dictatorship and poor little waif (as in BPD mama) made me full of confused rage/fear. I thought it was a deliberate trick.

Don't know if this helps or hinders whoever is reading...