Yesterday I had been cooking for my vet. I had been wearing an old Shirt and there were a few little holes and there was a little speck on the shirt. He came home. I was so happy to see him, had cooked his favourite dinner. Happy and smiling and waiting for him. He came home and the first things he said: Your shirt is dirty. Why didn t you throw it away by the way because it d hole-y? The kitchen is dirty. I feel unhappy and unloved Can dirt be a trigger for some?
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