Idk know what is attachment or not, as a friend in a helping profession has helped me. Even that started unintentionlly/ I asked for help what I thought was anonymously in a desperate moment, probably the top 2 or 3 worst of my life, googling & suddenly a page to contact was just 'there'. I do think if I didn't have 'attachment' after 10 years & no major harm to me from them in that time, that itself would be abnormal. Of course a friend is different than a T, & tbh I don't think I could reveal intimate details to a T or stranger, no matter how motivated, people do but I will never, I truly will take it to my grave first, I just "can't". I'm shocked I actually did. Or maybe rather, it was because I recognized similar perceptions/ beliefs/ philosophy- I call it a similar heart- combined with earned trust (plus desperate circumstances, & trying to do the right thing), that I have. If anything, I've heard somewhere that our boundries (can't remember 'why'- childhood?, abuse?, trauma?- Idk, I can't remember), are either too strict or too loose. I'm the former, becuse I feel like I will cause damage, it's decreased but I viewed myself like a ticking time bomb. I still think of myself as toxic. I also revealed nothing much to anyone. Sometimes however, I 'forget' that about myself, & recognize then easily others' needs more. So I think without attachment, or the non-conventional way it took, I wouldn't have healed or revealed anything. Because some things I said/ reveled only because I cared about them & didn't want to cause hurt/ jcause them to question their abilities/ be ungrateful/ just disappear.
With him leaving I feel ashamed- ashamed to feel dependent, ashamed to not be 'well' or 'over it' (the past), incompetent; regretful I couldn't get to disecting/ solving trauma earlier; frightened of what I know is the future (for me); selfish that I'd think of 'me'; sick to my stomach & ashamed I'm not a stronger person. Probably other things but too tired to think of them now. Though of course now, as a friend I care more about their well-being than my own. I also don't think they care or leaving bothers them that much, which is ok too.
People die. Stuff happens... people can leave and you'll still be ok?
I think this ^^ should be true, but it isn't for all of us when it hasn't been (in the past).
FWIW some people can't even get another dog after their's dies.
(ETA sorry if there are still typos, I keep coming back to add ('sticky') a's/ q's etc. ).
I've also learned- unfortunately- & not due to being whiny or inflexible or not trying harder, that I probably have the type of mind/ damage that has issues with memory, creating a mental image, inability to self-soothe, & requiring repeated daily forced re-focusing to stay alive/ afloat. Like people need food or wheelchair ramps. In some ways that's shocking & depressing to me, in other ways it not only makes sense but helps me realize it's not because I haven't put in Heculean effort (to recover/ live). But there's few places & even less supports for people like me/ that really.