I really attach safety to the couch I sit/lay on in her office. I, too, often imagine sleeping there to feel safe for the night. Her office is really the only place I feel like I don't have hide anything, and that I feel truly protected in. I also am very attached to a certain squishy pillow she has in her office. Myself (and littles within me) have commented how one day we're going to walk out of here with it - she said to go ahead! I didn't have the courage to, though.

I'm also very attached to an item she gave me, which I connect to healing. Around Easter, she gave me a small waterglobe, after I had told her that I used to collect them until one of my abusers smashed them into pieces. The present was very kind, and now I look towards it in hard times to remember her, her office, and that one day I will heal. I wish I could have something small enough (like a key?) that I could always have on me, and don't fear would break!

I don't wonder about my T's car, I've been in it! I had transportation issues for a long time and she would pick me up at my home, take me to session, and drop me off at college. Having a disability really messed with my ability to get transportation in a small town, so I am so thankful she was willing to take the time to come get me.

I tend to park 1 down from her car. Parking next to it makes me nervous. One space between feels safer! Weird, I know.