During my last session with my T on Friday, I mentioned something to her in the context of a larger discussion. The more I think of it, the more interesting it gets to me. That fact is what is prompting this thread....well that and the fact that I haven't had internet for several weeks and I missed being able to post.

We have a two person system although we are exploring the possibility of more as I can stomach the thought. Our system consists of a 51 year old man and a six year old girl. I am the protector and would seem to have been built for the purpose. She, on the other hand, is about as innocent as they come. And yet, there have been very rare times that she has experienced rage. While rage is not mutually exclusive to a lack of innocence, the extent of the rage seems so great as to only be able to be fueled by some deeply seeded anger in conjunction with whatever is fueling the outburst.

Back to me being the protector for a moment... I am six foot, and not overweight at two hundred fifty pounds. I was spec ops in the military, hold two black belts and all in all, a pretty formidable force. Not a lot scares me in the way of physical danger, but when she lets loose - and it's usually associated with an animalistic noise coming out of the body, I (and anyone within earshot) become almost paralyzed with terror.

Asking for help is difficult for me, and I believe that I can handle just about anything - or at the very least, consider myself the best person to handle just about any predicament. Except on those very rare occasions when she takes the lead in a situation that could be considered life or death. Then, there is no doubt in my mind that she is better equipped than I ever could be.

Okay, that wasn't near as clear as I hoped it would be so let me give a specific example that I was trying to avoid. My T and I are exploring some of my military past. There was an occasion in which we were dead to rights. No way out - I was going to die. The last thing I remember was her cry and the look on the faces of everyone around me of sheer terror. The next thing I remembered was I was alive and the danger had been neutralized.

We weren't co-conscious at the time (not ever) but I know now that it was her. Asking her about it since we've begun sharing consciousness has yielded no results. Anyone have any experiences that could ...I don't know, shed light on this phenomena? Similar experiences? Anything?