I was surprised to experience a sort of PTSD event last night. My partner got frustrated and angry. He suddenly jumped up, slammed about and fixed the bothering/offending machine. I froze in fear. I felt responsible because I had mentioned it. In the dark, the tears fell. They were the tears of my historic child self, terrified in the face of her mother's rage. At least I recognized that. My partner was immediately apologetic, which helped. Wow. Now today, I feel fragile and more depressed.