Finding a home and truly living in it are two different things.
In my experience, it took almost twenty years to teach her she didn’t need to flinch when I reached for her. It took fifteen years for her to figure out she no longer needed to lie to survive. It took ten years to convince her I was happy with the body she had. It took five years for her to believe I wasn’t going to leave.
Turns out, learning to be loved can be the work of a lifetime.