I have what is called "insecure attachment". It is due to the time spent in an incubator before volunteer baby huggers, and being raised by a 1st time mother who had herself been raised to a "schedule" and the belief that picking up and cuddling babies too much was bad for them and would cause problems for them as adults. Add in that I'm high-functioning autistic, and the regimen for my behaviors was more rigidity, and yeah..."insecure attachment". I was also an extremely intelligent and sensitive child with a mother who thought expressing emotions was a weakness and expressed her displeasure in my sensitivity and emotionality. I grew up to be a strange, distant child who avoided things that made me feel deeply. I withdrew into books, art, and writing. Books were approved of, at least. In fact, my mother taught me to read before I started school. I'm still the same sensitive, feeling person underneath, deep underneath. But after a childhood and adolescence of being beaten down for that, of being silence, I've developed a thick, hard veneer that is the outside face I present to the world. I protect the soft, shell-less worm of my real self behind that veneer. I've matured out of using my intelligence as a weapon for the most part. I do use my vocabulary to make up for my lack of physical expressiveness and body/facial language though.