I had the weirdest reaction to the smell of a man yesterday. My initial feeling was determined confusion. Like I had to dissect the layers of what he smelled like to make sense of it. It was cinnamon gum, sweat, oil, outdoor air stuck to the skin. Pretty unpleasant to me. There was another smell that was darker. Moldy, and dirty. Damp. That was the layer that kicked in a memory I don't know if I ever even had. I was suddenly small, like five or six, and I was sitting with my knees pulled up to my chest on a cement floor in something like a barn, but with no animal smells. Maybe a garage, but commercial not residential. The edges of the peripheral vision are really smudged out. I'm hyper aware that I'm somewhere I shouldn't be with someone that wasn't meant to have me but I didn't have fear, there was logic about everything going on. I didn't have a sense that anyone was going to hurt me. I wasn't crying or talking. No one else was with me that I could see. The sounds of the memory(?) never came to the surface.