I sat in the corner with one of my T's. Once she realized it was going to be a pattern, that the corner was my safe spot, she brought pillows and blankets in to make it more comfortable. Unfortunately that part backfired. Part of what made it safe was feeling the hard cement bricks on my back, the hard concrete floor under my bottom and the hard, cold metal desk to my side. She was saddened by what she interpreted as my rejection of her nurturing. After I explained things we were OK.