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The first time I dropped a cup when I was at my husbands house, i panicked immediately. The cup didn’t break, just spilled water everywhere. I wasn’t breathing or acting, just frozen and staring at the spill. We were both in the kitchen cooking dinner
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Anonymous 4d

And he had turned around at the noise. He didn’t yell or cuss or get mad. He just noticed that there was spilled water and then noticed that I was panicking. He was calm, just kicked the towel that lived in the kitchen floor over and mopped it up. I had picked the cup up when he started moving and refilled it. I handed it to him and stood close. I was nonverbal and he recognized that pretty quickly and let me just stand close. Sometimes he’d ask me to hand him something and I would

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Anonymous replying to -> OP 4d

After dinner while we were sitting down and watching a movie, he was a little slower with his movements, but he laid across me like he always did. And that was it. A lot of times I’ve seen this scenario portrayed in media and it’s a big thing of immediate comfort and reassurance but what I needed then was to just know I wasn’t in trouble and let it go back to normal and he knew that. So he let it happen, he let it be normal, he let it be safe

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Anonymous replying to -> OP 4d

There’s a lot of just learning to be safe again after leaving abusive places. If I’d dropped water in the kitchen when I lived with my family, I would’ve been berated and cussed at, especially if it was at a busy time like cooking dinner for the family.

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