The day after the events of the last entry, MasterDoc and I talked (and cuddled) at length and it became clear that he not only needs to be able to ensure I’m physically safe, he also needs to gauge my mental sense of safety. My feeling triggered was a bad place for me to be in while out at a club, and in the future if I get that way it’s probably best if strangers don’t touch me – only MasterDoc or DeeDee. I appreciate how he continuously tries to figure out how to best take care of me. We don’t expect perfection in each other, but we work together to each improve how well we take care of the other. I don’t think you can ask for a better sort of relationship than that.
I’ve only been reading your blog a short time, but the last post hit a nerve with me. I’m glad to see this post – you truly are a lucky woman.
You are very lucky to have such an attentive man. I’m glad he makes you feel safe and protects you.
Situations like you were in the night you felt unsafe seem to start off at a low level. You (general you, not specifically YOU) know you don’t feel right but you can almost shrug it off. Before you know it, you’re freaked out, feeling unsafe, and triggered. I think those situations feel more difficult to extract yourself from because it’s a build up of discomfort, not one huge glaring “this is not right.” You might find yourself feeling trapped where just moments before you were merely uncomfortable. It’s wonderful that you’re at these places with someone (or even two people) who cares about your safety and well being.