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    I was hoping for a silver lining in the clouds of doom and gloom. 🙂

    I have been down a very similar path. My family isn’t safe for me, for a whole host of reasons. Most of the people I was around until I was in my early 20’s were abusive, controlling and manipulative. I didn’t have walls, I lived in a nuclear fallout shelter.

    It took me finding my partner, Myron, and watching how people react to his warmth, compassion and generosity for me to realize you can simultaneously be engaged and vulnerable. It took me about 12 years of watching this before it finally sunk in. 🙂

    There are still some people I know aren’t safe — namely my family. I can’t engage with them in any way that doesn’t diminish me because that’s the people they are. There are others whom I have learned to hold at arm’s length and I can be okay with it. There is still an element of self-protection, but the barriers aren’t as high.

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    I can’t sustain a dark mood for long. Hope the story paid off for you.

    “There is still an element of self-protection, but the barriers aren’t as high.”

    Well, nobody said you have to jump straight into the deep end of the vulnerability pool. (In truth, nobody HAS to go in at all.) Zero-entry works just fine. 🙂

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