I have been battling ptsd for six years. I only just got stable enough to commit to group therapy. I attended last week but it's not on this week, I've forgotten why. This week is my clever, kind and just plain epic daughters ninth birthday, when I suffered with more intensive disassociation I could emerge myself in irrelevant stuff like I took myself as far as semi professional boxing before getting sick of punching same on the Olympic rings. Now I live more true to myself and have used that same grit(which seems to be my core for anyone who's watched the giblys) to break down intimacy barriers with my hubby, focus on my rapidly growing Bubb as and what they need from me as a mother and dealing with my phobias of cloths, going into town etc. Trying not to think to much of sorry have to post this unfinished will come back to it