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J Bradley O's avatar

I grew up in a home where my "room" was a den with only 3 walls. What would have been the 4th was the pathway to pass from one end of the house to another. One of those walls had a open window from the kitchen. Everyone else had their privacy. Apparently I didn't need that. Once I got old enough, I built a treehouse. Some of our inner children love the way you describe your inner child in that last paragraph. (Imagine warm fuzzy happy feelings behind a crooked little smile.) So much of this post describes our own inner experience. The overreaction to perceived but technically non-existent in the moment threats are embarrassing for us. And yes, you/she absolutely deserve soothing comfort at such times. We're so glad you have someone to stand with you. Even if the threat isn't now, the impact is still very much real! Thank you for sharing this, ISA!

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My childhood home was totally open, except for my parents' bedroom (which we weren't allowed in) and the bathroom. I had recurring dreams for years about being busted in on while in the bathroom until a therapist stumbled upon it (I casually mentioned recurring dreams and they asked for more info). They interpreted it as what they called an intrusion dream. I hadn't at that point yet pieced together my mother's and my ex's abuse, but that session got the ball rolling. I'm still healing. It's a long road. I'm glad to have found your work. Thank you.

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