My Nan's house is my safe place. Or my bedroom, in my bed, under the duvet.
My Nan is wonderful. I can go and sit in "my" chair and just be. She doesn't expect conversation and just lets me sit and be in company without the pressure of trying to find words. She'll have some rubbish on the TV and we'll drink tea and just be quiet. I'm lucky that I can go to my Nan's pretty much any time. I have my own key, so even if she's not there I can go round.
When things are really tough and I can't stand facing anyone, even my Nan, then it has to be under the duvet. The weight of it on top of me makes me feel secure. The door to my bedroom has to be locked though, or I feel vulnerable. A locked door and my duvet, and I'm as OK as I'll ever be.