something happened at my mothers friends house when i was staying there my friends father came and sat on the bed to say goodnight and i dont remember anything specifically except a feeling of something bad and staring at a picture of Charles Bronson i had on the wall and wishing he would save me. its like trying to look at the sun. i find it very overwheming and it upsets a whole lot of parts and i dissociate quite badly. Does it sound like something i should include because i am not sure i remember it right.