I use to do that, go visit all the houses in the area (and there were lots, we moved away and came back often as my dad was in the military) and it all came to a head when my stepmother (abuser) died. Fortunately I had a T appointment I was leaving for when my stepsister called with the news she was dead. But the drive to my T's in another state -- that was hell as there were memories flocking after me the entire way, from when I was 3-4 until the present. I could hardly drive (probably shouldn't have been!) I was crying the whole way. But I lived through it and connected with my T and I wasn't bothered again in that horrible way, just a momentary pain with a memory that I could let go of and move on. I think it had to do with my stepmother dying.