I went back to my old neighborhood and ironically I drive by it every time I go to the local college for a class. I drove down the road I used to live on once while seeing T1. She recommended I set up a support person for after my 'visit'. Since then I've been there a couple of times early this year. I kind of felt really odd and somehow transported back in time. It felt like the 5 year old me was sad and staring at me from a window. I just turned 40 and I buried this experience of abuse until 3 years ago.

I would chat with T first before going and have support waiting in the wings.