Its very strange what material we discuss here will trigger in healing and realizations. For the first time ever, I'm feeling for Little Still...feeling sadness and not anger. Having tears without a cringe.
I've been limited to adult-size self forgiveness of the child via social logic, not heart. Today, I am feeling for him and picturing picking him up and running the hell outta there with NO ONE able to stand in my way.
First time! Ever. They fear ME!
For the first time ever, Little Still is being picked-up and whisked away out of danger... Wrapped in a clean, fresh, large, towel to provide bodily privacy that everyone assumed they could breach at-will...and I hold him face to my shoulder...for HIS first time.
Hell needs firewood too ya know!