I understand what it's like--to have the awful triggers and flashbacks, and t have NO ONE around you who gets it. I am thankful beyond words that my T *does* get it, because if I couldn't explain it to one person who nodded and said, "That makes sense," I might explode. I'm glad your T and pdoc get it for you, too.

I try to explain it to the people in my life. But they can't quite grasp it. It's like I'm walking in a maze and they are walking around the perimeter, yelling over the hedge, "why can't you just come out?"