Chris got to his feet too, his hands facing palms-up in a gesture of supplication. “OK, whoa. Sweetheart, sit down again. Let’s – let’s just talk this through a bit more. Alright?”
She nodded and sat down. She wiped the tears from her eyes.
“So, what you’re asking is for me to help you get used to being touched by a man again,” he said softly. “So that you can remember that not all male touch is scary. Right?”
“Right.”
“And you’d want us to take this as far as possible, depending on how much you can handle. I’d have to be prepared to – to go all the way. If it got to that.”
“Yes.”
He took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Jenny. What happens when you’re scared? How can I – what would I do to calm you down, make you feel safe again?” He ran his hands through his hair. “I’m not a therapist
