Hi all,
I've been too scared to actually use this section of the site until today. My trauma, the one that caused PTSD is very hard for me to write about. Today, though, a police officer pulled up to my next door neighbor's house, unholstered an assault rifle and walked down the block right past my house. It was unusual for my suburb, disturbing. I didn't know what prompted it, or why the lone officer did that. I wondered where his backup was and if something dangerous was happening or about to happen. My daughter was home with me, unexpectedly today, after her summer camp was cancelled. It was a little scary to see the rifle and have her here and worry just a little about our safety. After most of an hour, he left.
And now, I'm thinking about the World Trade Organization riots in Seattle, in 1999. I was a new member of the security team at one of the stores on the 'parade' route. I'm feeling pretty panicked remembering it, a memory triggered by the assault rifle, something I haven't really seen in use since the riots.
I'm out of time, and need a break, so will have to write more about it later, but I'm really struggling with triggers, fear, and stress the last few days, so will be glad to get some of it out onto paper.
I've been too scared to actually use this section of the site until today. My trauma, the one that caused PTSD is very hard for me to write about. Today, though, a police officer pulled up to my next door neighbor's house, unholstered an assault rifle and walked down the block right past my house. It was unusual for my suburb, disturbing. I didn't know what prompted it, or why the lone officer did that. I wondered where his backup was and if something dangerous was happening or about to happen. My daughter was home with me, unexpectedly today, after her summer camp was cancelled. It was a little scary to see the rifle and have her here and worry just a little about our safety. After most of an hour, he left.
And now, I'm thinking about the World Trade Organization riots in Seattle, in 1999. I was a new member of the security team at one of the stores on the 'parade' route. I'm feeling pretty panicked remembering it, a memory triggered by the assault rifle, something I haven't really seen in use since the riots.
I'm out of time, and need a break, so will have to write more about it later, but I'm really struggling with triggers, fear, and stress the last few days, so will be glad to get some of it out onto paper.