My six-year-old nephew crawled seven blocks with his little sister after escaping a locked basement—then the doctor said his broken leg wasn’t new
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Chapter 19 - Maya starts sleeping by the door
Maya slept in my guest room.
For the first month she refused to let me close the door.
“Open.”
“Okay.”
Even when hallway light disturbed her.
Open.
Leo wanted his door open too.
I installed small night-lights.
No locks.
One evening Maya carried her teddy bear into the hallway and slept on the floor.
I found her at midnight.
Did not move her immediately.
Sat beside her.
She woke.
“Uncle Tommy?”
“Yes.”
“Door open?”
“Yes.”
She let me carry her back.
Child trauma was not dramatic every day.
Sometimes it looked like a three-year-old checking hinges.
Leo’s fear centered on basements.
My laundry room was downstairs.
He refused to go near the stairs.
Fine.
I moved laundry baskets myself.
Nobody needed a courage exercise.
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Later therapy handled gradual exposure.
Safety first.
