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Once when I was in flashback mode, T and I talked about something that happened to me when I was very young -like 6 or so. The small part of me asked T what he would have done if HE had been there....and he told me. We went over it in great detail, over and over again...how he would have taken care of little me, how he would have kicked the crap out of the guy (without even putting his coat on first before he went out in the snow to go down the street to his house), how he would have taken me to the doctor and never left my side, how he would have stayed with me, every day, until I felt safe again. It was so, so, so healing. But of course, that was T, not me...but it still made me feel better, like that 6 year old me was worth taking care of and looking after and helping.

Your post reminded me of that. Except when this happened I was 19, so maybe I will have to go back and kick his butt myself. But I can't. He's big and scary and I'm not that big and I don't think I can do it. Maybe T can help me.

Thanks for your response, OrangeBlossom. It helped.

But,TIME! Blah. I hate that part