To add to your experience, there's also a group of people that grew up and lived their adult life so isolated that they will start dumping on anyone that shows a little interest, smothering them. I know I'm guilty of that sometimes.
Then there are those among them with enough self-reflection to find a therapist to subject to the story of their life, instead of some random civilians. But when even the therapist can't keep up and starts being sucked down the whirlpool of criss-crossing plot threads, what then?
