My T texted me tonight to say that she was attacked yesterday in daylight outside her house. Her face is badly bruised and she seemed really shaken.

She has cancelled work for a week but kept saying she was fine to text me. When I urged her for about the third time to take as much time away as she needed, she said maybe she would

I'm so sad for my lovely lovely T who tries every day to help people who everyone else has given up on.

I have always been hypervigilant about her safety. I freak out when I know she's going on her H's motorbike and I begged her to stop seeing a client who assaulted a member of his family. And then this, when no danger could have been foreseen. Everything feels upside down and shaken. My T is the grown up, the parent, the superhero, and now she is scared and broken. My T is the one who makes me feel that the world is safe, and now the world has shown her that it is unsafe. I do not know what to do or think or hold onto, and I am finding it hard to separate myself from her- to stop imagining what she is thinking and feeling and experiencing in each moment.