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I've been struggling with this secret for so long that it feels like a heavy weight on my chest. Last night, after spending hours comforting one of the children at the daycare where I work as their primary caregiver, something inside me snapped and I found myself wanting to be held and protected just like they were. It was an intense rush of emotions, making me feel so small and vulnerable, but oddly...comforted by it. The thought that I might need someone else to take care of me this way feels deeply unsettling, yet strangely comforting at the same time. How can I reconcile these feelings with my role as a responsible adult?