When I ask you how you're doing I always want the long version. I want you to sit here and tell me everything. All of it. I won't internalize it and make it about me. I am your safe place.
Imagine you get dragged down to a basement, get bound in a straitjacket, and secured with many belts in a small padded room only to realize you're can't move an inch, volnurable and unable to resist what happens next. You became an object.
