I almost shoplifted once because a cop came in and got in line in front of me and I was so panicked I almost ran out of the store carrying my bottle of water and candy bar. I then could just picture trying to explain that I wasn't shoplifting $2.00 of stuff when I had a $10 bill in my hand but I was afraid of the cop (who was from my town and I knew was a very nice man). PTSD is nasty stuff. I'm so glad that my therapist happened to get trained in a treatment for it and that it worked for me after some hard months of work and pain.