This is funny timing for this question... I have spent a LOnG time burying any 'triggers' (so I thought) and memories of when I was your, but one came back to me a couple of weeks ago. And I think in part it is now adding to my resistance with EMDR (we haven't started yet, but we have barely been able to start any therapy because of my unwillingness within certain parts of me).

When I was a kid and things picked up, I was not even safe in the shower. I would lock the door but locks in old military houses were not so great. I would hear the giggle of the lock, the doorknob and knew he was coming.

For the first time in years, YEARS, that feeling came back to me. And I had forgotten it.

Usually, I love showering. I need to be clean. I can't ever be dirty.