I was 12 years old. It will be five years ago soon and I still can't let it go. It took a lot of effort for me to get back in the water, but I felt I had to or somebody would know something was wrong.
I tried to see a psykologist this summer because my scouts leader sent me there after I got stuck under a boat. It brought it back and I went in to shock.
Before I got there I had planned that I would tell him everything. But he looked me into my eyes and everytime people do that I feel acused, I get scared and remember every bad thing I ever did. Since the problem I haven't been comfortable being alone with people, a lot of people is fine but one or two gets me nervous. All I want to do is run. so I just told him about the boat and said I was fine and left.