Oh, Sam, I hate when one trigger elicits a string of things like that. When my stepmother died (my primary abuser) my stepsister called to tell me right as I was on my way out the door to see my T! What luck. Anyway, I had to drive a long way to my T's office in another state but had to pass all of my childhood homes and all the thoughts of 50 years just ganged up on me as I did. I was on Interstates the whole way and it's a miracle I didn't crash what with crying so hard and trying to drive at 70 mph.

Going to T that day was very helpful because suddenly it was about the "present" and I was grounded again, felt how it was done and such things have been much easier after that.