I have had this, too. After working with my T and telling him, I felt less like I needed the entire world to know I was hurt. However, I also became more open with my close friends--a couple now know I have PTSD and a vague outline of why.

I'm also more comfortable about letting my symptoms be what they are. A lot of my friends know I'm jumpy, for example, or that I need my back to a wall. I've not explained why, and I don't feel the need to. I'm more comfortable now it letting it be what it is--a bad thing (or a series of bad things) that happened to me and affect me, but do not define me.

So you're not alone at all. When you imagine telling, who is it you tell?