For the life of me, I can't seem to get interested in working on relationships (and when I do, rarely, it is painful and exhausting). Aside from the traumas, I know my primary caregiver had no interest in knowing me. I was an empty shell at best, target at worst. So if anything, I was just bad. Anyway, I like this take on the avoidant styles of attachment...that we were not "known" by our caregivers. So, I exist only to myself and I'm pretty f*cking good at isolating.
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