at first I was scared of my T's anger, I felt very childlike and totally uncomfortable with it. it reminded me of my husbands, of my bosses, of lots of people, and there was like a blue buzz in the room - I definitely regressed or dissociated. But now it has become a pretty regular thing whenever we talk about my mother, and it IS totally appropriate to the situation, and I feel a lot better about it, like safe in his anger towards people who would hurt me. And that IS an appropriate form of anger a parent would show a child, that he would be angry at and protect her from "bad" people. So it's been a process, now that you mention it. I guess he really does work for his money, he's not just sitting on his skinny butt there.