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[megrith]

Trust is taken for granted when we're children. We have a healthy suspension of disbelief as we learn about the world, and it's intricacies, and it's inconsistencies. We will exercise our ability to doubt, if a grown up or some knowledgeable (see: older) kid pushes the truth too far

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[twistpeach]

There was something else that you discovered because of the trust we enjoyed in Danny. I think it happened to both of us. Because they could come out safely, we could get to know the bad things inside us: anger, cruelty, crawling things. When we looked at them, felt them moving as they move inside us, we realized the truth: they are inside everyone, not just us. We are not freaks. There is no horrible shame to suffer.

The toolbox metaphor you told me about was a profound one. At the bottom of everyone's toolbox is anger. It is our last resort. When you have very few tools, or when that's the only one that's ever seemed to work, you use it. And it doesn't mean you are a bad person. Danny used fighting because he was a sensitive person with deep desires who had jack squat in his toolbox. He listened, he felt things. He wasn't a lug, but he didn't have the right TOOLS. And who hasn't suffered that in the face of some nameless need? Or a situation they couldn't handle? Who could fail to sympathize?

I am SO happy for your growing toolbox. I am your friend because of the good person you are, even when the toolbox comes up empty, and because you are a good steward of your toolbox.