I'm not sure, but I think I had a flashback. What happened threw me completely off guard and blew me away. My abuser, who happens to be my father, came to visit for niece's baptism (LDS--so she is eight) and I literally saw my father as he looked 20 years ago, and saw myself as an eight year old instead of my niece. I was confused between past and present and tried to tell myself that I am not a child and the little girl is my niece--not me. I didn't see visions of the abuse, that's why I'm sorta shocked, just myself being scared and innocent and helpless and feeling so so alone at that tender age. When me and my husband left I cried and shivered uncontrollably. It was upsetting and freaked me out. I don't see my therapist for a few days--would you call your therapist if you were me? I always feel like I'm being a dependent drama queen but I wonder if this is something I need to talk about.