We had a long driveway. I quickly learned how to position myself to be able to see out the window and prepare before being seen.
That was also around the same time I learned how to quickly make a bug-out bag, a bit of cryptography(My dad and I had a code language, just in case), and just how far I can be pushed before physical response is my only response.
There isn’t enough therapy in the world.
Mostly, yeah. He’s practically getting to live his dream these days, after going through a pretty long rough patch.
I’m still untangling things, in my own way, but I can also recognize the strides I’ve been able to make with it. It’s taken many a long year to get to the point where even talking about it didn’t leave me shaking in anger or fear, and I consider that a major improvement. Shaking off the last shadows from the monster.