Last night I had a dream about my abuser. This is the first time I have ever had one with him in it.
It wasn’t like I was back in the situations where it was all happening. He tried, but I shut it down, I screamed at him. Did what I wish I had done back when I was a nervous kid. I told my family. It’s something I am still too afraid to do today. It is something only 5 people in the family knows about. In that dream, I told everyone. I didn’t feel fear, I didn’t feel happy. I felt nothing.
I don’t know if that’s good to bad. But it was a moving point I have never run into before.