Ha, and with me Pink Floyd drives me up the wall (no pun intended), probably for the same reason you like the tunes gizmo! :)
I can only recall, when the ptsd symptoms began, I felt 'childhood' was over. A new harsh reality, I guess I assumed. I had no idea they were ptsd, just 'me' and maybe depression? Though it never seemed to fit.
I never considered anything as qualifying as a trauma, figured if I survived then it wasn't.
I know for certain suicide came up then, after lots of attempts to cope failed.
I think before it I felt happy, free, not fatalistic, able to disguise almost any fear I had.
I really don't know, heard I was described as 'so damned sweet". I think something of that and my soul got destroyed, my whole desire to exist, at some level. Like it put my heart in a vice.
I was very sensitive, but I don't think everything was as painful, I could regain a sense of security.
Maybe there were times I could relax.
I loved everything with speed, heights, gambling, but fun. Loved watching sunsets, too, going everywhere, lots of energy.
Hard to know because it 'tipped' (cracked?) at 14.
Really good question, was afraid to read it but like the responses.