Butterflygirl,

An experience like that would tend to stick in your memory. I'm sorry you have had to go through this.

I have some mild PTSD which is rooted in living with a severely emotionally disturbed child for several years. I had to wrestle knives from her hands on several occasions, and she struck me and cut me with scissors on another memorable day. She had been placed with us on an adoptive basis, but the State failed to inform us of the severity of her issues. We reached the point where we could not manage her anymore in our home. We made the very difficult decision to disrupt the adoption.

I'm sorry your son failed to support you when you needed him.

PTSD to me is like swimming in pea soup. You can be going along fine one minute, and then something can set it off again.

Please feel free to PM me if you like.

EJ