Folks talk quite a bit about triggers and trigger responses. This is what I envision when I hear those words. Trauma. Trauma response. Triggers. I see needles lost in haystacks. Stick pins dropped into the carpet, with me on my knees rubbing my hands along the carpet pile trying to find it before I step on it unawares.
Trauma. Triggers. Needles. Oh so hard to find but soooo painful once activated. Detonated. Stepped on.
So I set about finding them all with wild abandon and great joy.