Hi friends. This is the first time I will be speaking openly on my personal experience with medical post-traumatic stress disorder. For most of my life, I have worked very hard at distracting myself when the vignettes of traumatic memories have flickered in my mind. I know that, with any trauma, more than one person can be wounded, so I especially want to be sensitive to my mother's feelings, and her lived experience during this painful time. This is difficult. However, I know by sharing my experience someone reading this may, for the first time, feel validated in theirs.
So here it goes.
I prefer not to talk in great detail about what happened or how it could have happened, but...
I remember the