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Safe from past demons
I climb into his lap when I feel overwhelmed by life and past memories. He puts my head on his shoulder and holds me like you would hold a fussy baby or a grumpy 2 year old. I can feel my breathing slow as “fight/flight/freeze” urges of my brain calm down. “Little girl, you are so safe when you are here”, he whispers as he strokes my hair. My hand reaches up to hold tightly to his shirt as if holding on for my life. He rocks me gently in our large chair. Often I fall asleep knowing that nothing bad can reach me. He gently undresses me for bed, hands me my medicine, and tucks the blankets around me tightly round me.
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