The reason why I do not call these flashbacks is because they have absolutely nothing to do with any of the numerous traumas I have faced throughout my life with the exception of the one that deals with Jim. That one of course is obvious and is the only exception while the others have absolutely no rhyme or reason to them at all, originating from complete terrifying fantasy or, in the case of the nineteen-year-old girl, based on overhearing a glimmer of reality (local news blurb).

My therapist has been quite careful regarding treading the ground of my traumas and trying to focus on the rage aspect as a whole instead of the traumas and the fear individually. He has been cautious to move slowly with me as I literally have decades of repeated traumas to work through and has been very good about listening to me when I believe I need to pull back some. As far as therapists go, I have to say I consider myself quite fortunate to be working with him as he actually seems to be helping me make some headway... something no other therapist has been able to do at all.

I should look into the service animal information, especially since my landlord has been griping about my having two cats. I would imagine that felines would probably be included as well or at least I would hope they would be as my "boys" have gone above and beyond the call of duty to keep me calm more times than I can count.