Thanks again for all the replies, I have been lurking and pondering. Btw I didn't seriously think I might be able to hang all my adult problems on one incident when I was a nipper, seems to be absolving myself of responsibility a bit to go the they-fuck-you-up route.
I've been trying to think whether there was a general pattern. I'm also currently reading Families and how to survive them by John Cleese and Robin Skynner, which is influencing my thinking a bit.
I think there was probably a culture of it being okay to leave babies in my parents' respective families. They were both sent off to boarding school - my dad at six and my mum at ten. My mum was the third of eight children so I think that she probably didn't get a lot of individual parental attention. My dad's mum was the subject of some pretty terrible parenting herself and I suspect that her main focus was her husband rather than her sons. (She had a stepdad who would for example buy three cakes - one for him, one for her mum and one for his biological daughter. Gran's mum would then share her cake with gran - I was told this story as an example of what a brilliant parent gran's mum was
. Anyway, the lesson my gran learned was that the most important thing in life is to get a husband and then keep him.)
My mum also looked after her niece when said neice was two weeks old as my aunt wanted to go to a party (before my mum had children). Apparently DN started crying within ten minutes of my aunt and uncle leaving and cried solidly until they came home at 2 am. Aunt phoned every hour to see how she was but each time just said she'd leave it another hour and see how DN was. So again my mum was given the example that it's okay to leave babies. I also remember her telling me that I slept through from six weeks because "I had to, because that was the only chance she got to garden"
(she is a keen gardener and has a huge garden) which suggests she wasn't around in the evenings much!
I think my parents are probably quite emotionally repressed. When DD was a baby I remember telling her that I loved her and thinking "Of course, I'll have to stop telling her that once she's old enough to understand what I'm saying". The odd thing was that it took me ages to realise what a warped POV that was (I still tell her I love her every day). My mum at a similar age told DD that she "didn't love her when she was like that" (covered in food - we BLWed and my mum hated it - hardly a crime for a small baby).
When I was 14 I went on holiday with a friend's family and mum put a note in my suitcase which said "I love you, especially when you keep your things tidy, so please do so even when I can't see them". I kept that note over my desk for about a decade because it was the first and only time she'd ever overtly told me that she loved me. Took a long time before I realised how conditional it was. I think it was all quite conditional eg I was locked in my room for tantrumming/general punishment I think, can't really remember now.
Sorry this is so long
and self-indulgent
Hope it all makes sense, bit sleep-deprived after the clock changing thing. Prob should have name-changed. Ho hum.