When they’re in crisis, you can’t go and see them in person. You can’t let them spend the night at your house. You can’t cook them dinner. You can’t go with them to a job interview. You can’t take them out for coffee. You can’t hold their hand or hug them. You can’t let them use your shower. You can’t be a physical contrast to the abusive people in their physical lives.
Girls - have you ever looked at a guy, any guy - especially a really innapropriate guy such as a teacher, parent, grandparent etc… - and thought to yourself ‘there is a penis in those trousers, all wiggling around up in there’?
I also do that to people and think ‘wow that person poops’ or ‘I wonder what arouses them’
I also tend to think, “holy shit, this person could be on tumblr.”