Safe Talk

A family mantra grew somewhere in the convoluted 38 years of ramblings between Hubs and I. "Making ^it^ safe to talk about." I am far from certain, but I believe the seed for the mantra was planted somewhere in my own child sex trafficking psychotherapy. I believe the seed germinated during my in-law effort to understand the Huntington's Disease which runs in my husband's family.

I began to wonder if it has graduated to a family mantra yesterday during a plant shopping expedition when S.O. expressed appreciation for my gift of making ^it^ safe to talk about. Not easy. Not justy. Just safe. The harder the ^it^, the more important the safety factor. The ^it^ we were discussing at the time was the development of this ranch property within the complex weave of familial co-ownership. I am pretty sure I've heard ES use the phrase, as well, but it still might be too early to call it a family mantra. For sure it has become a shared goal between Hubs and I. Not too many of our shared dysfunctions or dreams can be remedied in a single sitting. *They* need to be safe to talk about.

Time is flying by this week. I can't believe it is already Thursday.