I have always known I hate being in the kitchen with others and that it was a part of my PTSD. I didn't think it was bad but I guess I was avoiding being in there with people. So today I was making a cake for my nephew's birthday party and I have roommates. The owners of the house were home and the workspace is right next to the open kitchen. I was making it and just the fact that they were there was getting to me. I keep it together until I was done went to my room, and broke down. Growing up the kitchen was a horrible place fights broke out and dad did drugs around that area. We weren't able to go to the kitchen unless we want to get hit or worse. Then was staved a lot of the time or was feed scraps like a dog. On the bright side, this was the first time I was able to hear my inner child at all and all I heard was help. I don't want to talk about it too much right now since I'm still upset but wanted to give this form a try. I have been seeing a therapist so to know all the hard work I have been doing is paying off even just a little.