As you know, we've been on quite the roller coaster ride with kt. All over the place emotionally, mentally, etc. This past week has been hell on wheels. Having said that, I woke up to kt making breakfast this morning; my coffee was made & she had a batch of oatmeal cooking in the microwave. Who is this kid? Very calmly & matter of factly I said "so I see that 13 year old part of kt is here this morning". "Yup, mom. I'm here for the week. Little kt is sleeping. And we're all still kt." In my mind this is pretty scary stuff. And it's how we've been asked to deal with this complex PTSD stuff.