...sometimes I'd like to. My flatmate asked me what primary school I went to today (I thought she already knew), and we ended up having a conversation about the "event"...I managed to answer her questions calmly enough, but my hands were shaking - I'm glad she didn't notice.

It's happened a few times before, too, with different people...I thought coming here would mean I could get away from it!

But there's no escape, it's going to follow me wherever I go.
The conversation did make me realise how little I remember, though. She was asking how my parents reacted, how
I reacted - I can't remember! Is this normal?

I guess it has been 11 years...
Ugh...it's times like this I just want to curl up in bed and howl, but I'm too afraid. And even now, I still can't get it out of my head that
I should be fine!