No seriously, the story is this: My dad said after he got kicked out of college he partied a lot (in los angeles). And one night he partied in topanga (sp) canyon where manson and his homies were, and some other people.
Freaaaakkkyyyy.
No, it was an encyclopedia on serial killers.
Random: My dad MET Charles Manson before all those murders. He played music with him one night. Tripppyyyyyyyyyy.
Ah, another good example of how two people can have PTSD but experience it differently. My only triggers thus far are men who yell/scream/etc and violence.
Thanks for sharing how you deal with your PTSD, I am always interested to find out how others do it and I know it's very personal.
I seem to have the opposite effect, I cry so easily and talk easily about what happened growing up.