The 1st time i had to "talk to someone" was in 8th grade, after skipping class too many times; i always made him keep the door half-open. I don't know the reason you're here, but i do understand being triggered by any scene involving an imbalance of power and isolation!
You're not alone- maybe not in the sense of memories, but in the sense of empathy...
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
-William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV, Sc. III