So, one day, he walked me through that house, from the front door and through every room, having me talk about what I remembered about those rooms. I just followed along and trusted him to be by my side as we looked around. We hit one particular room and I could remember what happened there in kind of a brief snapshot sequence, but had a really strong physical/emotional reaction to what I was remembering. He just slowly allowed me to pull up the details as I turned the snapshots (which were one dimensional and neutral and really my protection) into the stories behind the snapshots (which were three dimensional and loaded with emotion/sensation).

I have since taken a similar journey with my current T into the room that I am most afraid of. I haven't been able to piece it all together there. T suspects I was so dissociated at the time of the event that I probably won't ever get a full picture of that room. But I know enough. I'm okay with that.