The "protector hitch hiker" that sneaks into my session times, when I meet with my counselor. It's a sneaky and quiet part. I know it's there, when my fingers and feet tingle.

How bout a lighter question. [emoji4]

What's your favorite kind of pizza?

It distorts and fragments my memory of what we talk about. I feel like I'm there and all is well, but afterwards I can't put it together. In my heart I know it's purpose is to protect and not harm. It knows no better. I just can't get to it and understand it.

It actually makes me sad to think of the protector trying to do it's job, not understanding that things are different now. For the most part.