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Safety is as Stupid Does




Maybelline taking a long nap after a walk.

I feel uneasy and unsettled, and a lot has to do with our session with Therapist.  The clock revealed only 30 minutes had elapsed, so I must have lost time in there.  I remember talking about Husband’s violent behavior and about how others cope who don’t cut, which I find interesting because the cutting isn’t what Therapist should be worried about.  Burning and my restrictive thoughts and behaviors should concern him more.  But with satisfaction I digress.  
Always looking for safe places.


So I’m supposed to blog about what would make me feel safe; what in my present life would make me feel safe.  


LOL.  I’m more likely to find the 8th World Wonder.


SAFETY: the condition of being protected from or unlikely to cause danger, risk, or injury. Security.
Ironically, what has made me feel the most unsafe is the only thing that can make me feel safe again.  Men.  I remember how safe Former Psychiatrist made me feel.  He spoke softly and tenderly to us.  He even allowed me to see how my poetry made him cry.  


Some have said they feel safe with Therapist.  I can’t say that.  I don’t feel he’s warm, soft, or caring, and that’s what we need.


Safety should be a one-way street.  There should be other things to make me feel safe.  But the truth is that what destroyed me is the only thing that can resurrect me.  


But in a perfect world, what would keep me safe?


I can’t answer that.  Nothing will or would.  I’m constantly aware of the dangers around me.  I wonder if you can be both.  Can you be aware of danger but be safe at the same time?


I have no concept of safety.  I’ve always wanted to feel taken care of and protected.  To the core and by the core, we’ve never felt safe.


This subject is bringing out my self-harm inclincations.


I hate this fucking topic of safety.  No where in the world is it safe.  Danger lies in everyone’s thoughts and behind everyone’s perverted fucking eyes.  


I don’t wanna write anymore.  
But we didn’t find the answers.  
Except for one: it’s not safe even inside.  


(There is a child talking to me with a British accent and I hear Victoria trying to calm her)
Why is she upset?   Is she upset because there’s no safety anywhere?


*Realization*
Words.  Words make Victoria feel safe, especially when she can artfully craft them and express them just how she wants them to be.  She’s protected by her words.  They are her defenses.

The rest of us don’t have one.

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