Flashbacks - Blog Posts
Chapters: 2/14 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Shockwave & Starscream (Transformers), Shockwave/Starscream (Transformers) Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Shockwave (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Predacons (Transformers), Sky Lynx (Transformers), Darksteel (Transformers) Additional Tags: Flashbacks, Character Death, Post-War, starscream is tired, Skywarp - Freeform, Thundercracker - Freeform, Enemies to Friends, Maybe Lovers, POV Third Person, Grief/Mourning, Starscream cries in this, Parent Starscream (Transformers), Not Beta Read, We die like Jetfire, TFP lore tweaks, Author went insane Summary:
Gathering resources for his frame and Shockwave's Predacon project gives Starscream the chance to explore a little more of Cybertron. Though it's such a mind-numbing task that he can't help but think about past events that led him to even having the frame he currently has.
[THIS FIC IS FINISHED AND WILL DO WEEKLY CHAPTER UPDATES]
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson & The Olympians (Movies), Hellenestic Religion Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kronos/Rhea (Percy Jackson), Bob | Iapetus & Kronos (Percy Jackson), Hestia & Kronos (Percy Jackson), Hestia & Rhea (Percy Jackson) Characters: Kronos (Percy Jackson), Rhea (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Iapetus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hestia (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Angst, Abuse, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Kronos has PTSD, Ouranos is an ass father, Good father Kronos AU, Rhea is an awesome mom, Baby Hestia, Additional Tags To Be Added As Story Progresses Summary:
What if Kronos never ate his children? What if he raised his children as a good father? Alternative Universe where Kronos is a good father.
Fog-Borne Snapshots
All would be consumed by shadow if not for an unseen, smudged streetlamp blanketing all beneath it in everlasting burgundy mist. In some space-time ripples, it is evergreen. For other eternities, it is cerulean. Despite the variance, universal commonality is found in its blurred glow.
This light delineates all forms, together interlocked in a state of static, monochrome bliss. These relics change, but never while I see them. Those that have graced my apertures in eye and mind include wet playground equipment, monoliths with tops trapped in mist, and abandoned antique cars.
The aura that permeates my body remains the same. It is the tinge of warmth felt within someone’s embrace, somehow gleaned from facing someplace where this had last occurred at least a decade ago. It is a sign of life found in one of countless mounds of dilapidated structures in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. It is a spiritual sign of the possibility of solace within the cold, concrete walls of an insane asylum whose inhabitants offer only volatility. It is an infinitesimal, but nonetheless unmoving constant in the midst of chaos, contained and concealed forever from the surrounding universe.
In my disillusion, I believe in the approach of a day when I may graze my fingertips across all of the surfaces. Thought ensnares me while my frozen body maintains a glassy stare as my daydreams and memories, whether fabricated or true, turn to burning rubble where no flame dances. I once again watch the fog-borne snapshots fade to charred blackness behind my eyelids.
https://twwrt.wordpress.com/2023/08/04/fog-borne-snapshots/
Panic attack 3. (Pokémon, Goh angst)
Summary: Okay, this is still Raboot, but after the apple, so expect more comfort!
(It will be more comfort this time.)
Third time. (Raboot)
”Ash, where are you!?” screamed Goh into the phone.
“U-uhh,” continued Ash. ”I'm still in town, looking for food!”
”We have food right here!” screamed Goh again.
Him and Ash were in the Johto region, at a hotel, well, he was. Ash was out looking for food, even though they had food in the lobby.
”Yeah, I know! But I've heard that there's great food in the Johto region!”
The hotel was also in the Johto region, so Goh did not understand where he was coming from.
”There's great food here too, idiot!” screamed Goh once again.
”Yeah, I know, but...” said Ash. ”Okay, I'll be home soon, then we can go eat there in the lobby if I haven't found food, okay?”
”Yeah. Get back soon!”
He hung up.
”Raboot- Boot?”
He looked at Raboot, it was sitting on the armchair behind him, with a sleeping Sobble next to it.
He went over to it and picked up the sleeping water-type pokémon, it quickly settled in his arms, and he laid it down on the bed, and pulled the small blanket over it.
”He'll be here soon, guess we have time for ourselves, huh?”
It jumped up from the armchair.
”C'mon, let's go out to the balcony, maybe we can even see Ash when he comes.” said Goh.
He and Raboot went out the balcony.
The view was nice, the stars glistening.
He had always liked the night view, the moonlight.
(Later, Ash hasn't come yet)
He was listening to the people below.
There were three people, obvious teenagers, two boys, one girl. They were talking.
”Oh, c'mon! Don't be stupid, Tito!” said the girl to one of the boys.
”Yeah? And what are you gonna do? Hit me with your karate gloves?” teased Tito, the boy.
Tito brushed his dark hair with his hand.
”Oh, damn! Are you gonna fight her?” asked the other boy. ”Mei, Tito, don't! The cops might come!”
”Don't be a scaredy cat, Conner!” said Tito.
”Your a scaredy cat too. You wouldn't hit me,” said Mei confident. ”You don't hit girls.”
You don't hit girls.
You don't hit girls.
(Flashback)
”Stop, Belle!” cried Goh.
He was on his knees, crying, under Belle, a girl with brown hair with hazel eyes.
”No way!” said Belle, laughing. ”A loser like you is something I just can't ignore! You have to know how much of a loser you are, you crybaby!”
He continued to sob, which only made Belle laugh harder.
”Stop bullying me!”
That's all she ever did.
”What are you gonna do? Hit me?” said Belle. ”You don't hit girls. Didn't you know?”
So it wasn't okay to hit a girl, but it was okay to hit boys? How is that fair?
(Flashback ended)
He sat down, crouched, trying to stop himself from crying.
The same feeling settled in his gut, the one he hadn't felt in a long time.
”You don't hit girls!”
It felt like he was back there, in the playground, that stormy day, being pushed around by her, hearing her sick laugh as he was pushed in the mud, dirtying his clothes.
(Flashback)
He landed in the mud, dirtying his already-dirty clothes even more.
She then went over to him and took a harsh hold of his wrist, pulling him upwards.
”Stop it!” cried Goh.
”No chance!” said Belle, she pulled him down to gain that dominance, forcing him to look up. ”You are such a loser. Got it?”
He sobbed louder, hoping that someone would hear him.
”Quiet down!”, she slapped him, making him shut up. ”They'll catch us, you idiot!”
She then pushed him into a puddle.
She walked forward and dragged him around in the mud.
”Ow, stop! Oww!”
”Your such a crybaby, you know that?” said Belle, getting to him. ”No wonder you have no friends.”
She then pulled him up harshly again. And then, out of the blue, she hit him in the face hard, giving him a bruise under his left eye.
He sobbed.
”Your mean!“
”I'm not mean, I just think that you should know what you are. A loser!” said Belle rudely.
She pulled his hair, and basically threw him in another puddle, making him land on the face.
”Oww!!”, he sat up quickly, his cries getting louder.
The blood ran down his nose.
“Hah! Weak!”
”N-no!”
He tried to stand up but Belle kicked him.
”I'm in control here, understand?”
”M-mommy!”
He wanted his mother, her soft embrace, her soft kisses, and those soft tickles.
”Loser! Only losers are momma's boys!”
She hit him in the face again, making blood drip down his cheek.
”Oww! Please stop!” begged Goh.
”Ugh, why do I waste my time on a nobody like you?” asked Belle rudely. ”Your honestly lucky that I do, you fool.”
She then pushed him in another puddle.
”Belle, come, we're leaving now!” called a female voice, who seemed to be Belle's mother.
”Coming, mommy!” said Belle, but before she left, she turned to Goh one last time. ”Don't tell anyone about this. Oh, and be here tomorrow, or I'll find you, and then it won't be fun.”
She then ran to her mom.
He stood up and ran to his mother, who was shocked when she found him.
”Mommy!”
He ran into her arms.
She immediately picked him up, not caring about the mud or the blood. ”Oh, sweetie, what happened?”, she kissed him on the forehead, and wiped the blood with a tissue.
”Someone was mean to me!” sobbed Goh.
”Oh, poor baby, let's get you cleaned up at home,” cooed Camille.
(Flashback ended)
”Raboot?”
He didn't realize he had zoned out, thinking about the first time he met Belle, and their meeting was not exactly great.
He was on the floor, crouching, tears running down his face- He felt like he needed to puke- Exhale all the anxiety in him- God, he felt terrible.
And Raboot was witnessing it all- For the third time- Couldn't he just control himself?
Belle was right, he was weak, he started having a panic attack just because of one sentence- It was like he had trauma or something-
Did he have trauma?
No, he couldn't, trauma is something big and scary- Like getting kidnapped, raped, or abused- He had just gotten bullied, and that can't be so grand, can it?
(I just want you to know, I don't think this, but Goh does since he doesn't know much about it. Trauma can be anything- But Goh doesn't know that. I'll let you continue reading now, hope you have a good day!)
Raboot stepped closer, making him flinch, it continued taking small steps, and then sat down in his lap, trying to help him.
”It's happening again...”
Raboot didn't deserve this, it had witnessed this three times now.
Quickly, without thinking, he bent over, and puked.
It lasted for a few seconds.
After, he leaned against the railing, not caring about the concerned looks Raboot was sending him.
(Later)
He hugged Raboot when he sat down, after cleaning his vomit.
They had just eaten, it was curry, and now Ash was fast asleep.
”Raboot, thanks.” thanked Goh, he cuddled it closer.
Raboot didn't object, it just simply let his partner embrace it.
At least he wasn't alone, and that mattered.
It's true, isn't it? Like on one side these memories are there, which we want to forget because of the pain they cause while remembering them. But on the other side they were created with the people who meant the whole world to us.
Even if they give us immense grief and refresh the old and untreated wounds, just because of that little bit of satisfaction of being able to have lived them, makes us hold on to them forever.
In the end, SATISFACTION succeeds PAIN.
memories fade (fears don’t)
author:
DeviBlue
summary:
“You refused to take the mandatory swim test,” Mori said suddenly. Chuuya lifted his head up at the sudden topic change. “Are you afraid of water, Chuuya-kun?”
Chuuya didn’t like where this was going. “No, sir.”
A small ‘ah’ of understanding left Mori’s mouth. “So just afraid of being submerged then?”
His heart skipped a beat. “N-no, Mori-san.”
Mori chuckled. It felt like a death sentence. “Don’t lie to me, Chuuya-kun.”
OR
Mori knows Chuuya's worst fears and uses them as punishment.
One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 4)
Hey guys! SO here’s chapter 4! At first, when I was making this story, I didn’t want a backstory. But, After some thinking, I decided to do it. Anyway, enough rambling. Let’s get started.
Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies
MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana
Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale
Alaina was frightened. She’s never seen Fresh act like that, ever! Looking at her mother, she saw that her mom was frightened too. She gave a ‘I’ll handle it’ nod to her, before heading to Fresh’s room.
She was about to knock when she heard sobbing from the other side. She pressed her head on the door, hearing Fresh saying, “I’m sorry Geno, I’m sorry.” Alaina remembered that it was the same thing he said when he woke up from his nightmare.
She turned the doorknob, finding the door unlocked, before coming in. Fresh gave a gasp, before seeing Alaina. Embarrassed, he put his head in between his legs. Alaina chuckled, before she sat next to him.
“You know, “Alaina started, “A little bird told me that you had a nightmare last night. It also told me that you didn’t tell me or my parents what that nightmare was about. Think you can help me with my problem?”
Fresh chuckled, taking his head out of legs. He smiled at Alaina, before looking down, frowning. “You really want to know?” Alaina just gave a small smile.
Fresh sighed, before saying, “Well, in the nightmare, I was back at mah house. I was watchin’ TV, when Geno told me dat he needed more pills. I forgot which ones I got, but I guess it was his super pain-killers. Anyway, I went and got da pills, and a glass of water. I was gonna give it ta him, but…” Fresh fell silent.
“But, what?” Alaina asked.
“I saw him as an adult, but different. He had an injury that ran across his ribs,“ Fresh said, running his finger across his ribs to give Alaina a visual, “and it was bleeding. He also had blood that was dribbling down his teeth. He also had a baritone voice; one dat was even lower than your dad’s. He asked me why I hurt him. But I couldn’t respond; I was just too scared. Then he said dat he was going to, ‘return the favor’, before he got out this giant demon skull, and it shot out this beam o’ light, before I woke up,”
Fresh looked down, not wanting to see Alaina’s reaction. He didn’t know why, but he felt that he should be judged. Maybe because Fresh had hit his brother, then ran away without anyone from his family knowing where he went.
Alaina was shocked. She has never seen Fresh this scared, not since when he first came to her doorstep…
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*ding-dong*
“Alaina dear, Can you get that? My hands are dirty,” Alaina’s mother said.
“Yes mom!” Alaina said, before opening the door. She looked around, not seeing anyone. She looked down, thinking there was a gift or something, but she saw something she would never expect.
On the ground was a skeleton, wearing a thin black t-shirt, a jacket, baggy shorts, a fanny pack, and neon shoes. On their back was a book bag that looked way too big on them. They were shivering, with purple on their face.
“Mom! There’s a skeleton at the door!” Alaina said.
Alaina’s mother walked to the door, a washcloth in her hands. “What do you mean Al- Oh my gosh!”
Alaina’s mom rushed to the skeleton. Bending down, she placed her hand on the skeleton’s head. It was too warm.
“Alaina, get you father, quickly!” Alaina nodded, before she ran to her dad’s study.
“Dad, mom needs you! There’s a skeleton at the door, and she needs your help.” Alaina said. Alaina’s dad quickly walked downstairs. Alaina walked behind him.
“Honey, can you carry him to the guest room. I’ll hold his stuff. Alaina, please follow your dad and open the door please?”
“Yes mom.” Alaina said. With a grunt, Alaina’s dad picked up the skeleton, before heading up to the guest room. Alaina opened the door, before going inside, her dad following her.
Alaina’s dad then put the skeleton in the bed, before tucking them in. The skeleton shivered, mumbling things that Alaina couldn’t hear.
Alaina’s mom then went in with a washcloth and a bucket of water.
“How are they?” She asked.
“Not good, “ Alaina’s dad said, “By the looks of it, he has a high fever, he’s shivering a lot, and I don’t know if-“ Alaina’s dad was cut off by the skeleton, who had turned to the edge of the bed, before puking up a purple mess. Alaina shrieked, backing away from the bed quickly. Her parents did the same.
After emptying their stomach (if they had one), the skeleton turned to the family, saying, “‘m sorry for dat.” They also had some tears in their eyesockets.
Quickly, Alaina’s mom said, “Don’t worry! It couldn’t be helped! Besides, I needed to clean this room anyway, since someone,” Alaina’s mom looked at Alaina, a glare in her eyes, “likes to jump on the bed while eating cookies.” Alaina gave a nervous giggle, knowing it was true.
“What’s your name?” Alaina quickly asks.
The skeleton kept looking between their hands, which were rubbing together, and the family. After a while, the skeleton looked at the family, saying,
“Mah name is Fresh.”
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Since then, Alaina’s life has gotten more interesting. And now, she was going to be married to him. But, he was right about what he said last night. And he was also wrong. She knew a lot about him. More than he did. Not just about his favorite stuff, but about who he was as a person. And now, she knew everything.
Smiling softly, she placed her hand on Fresh’s hand, who stiffened before peeking through his legs. ‘I bet he thinks I’m going to judge him’ Alaina thought.
“I bet he’s dead by now. An’ even if he isn’t, he probably hates me,” Fresh mumbled.
Alaina slapped him.
Fresh held where she slapped him, shocked. “Why the heckdid you do that?!” he growled.
“Because you’re being unreasonable!” Alaina told Fresh, “You told me and my parents all about Geno. And even though I never met him, I know that he wouldn’t hate you, because you said, quote on quote, ‘he had such a big heart to anyone and everyone’.” Alaina then looked down. “I’m sorry for what mom said to you. She just wants you to see your family again.”
“It’s Aiight,” Fresh said. “I’m sorry for overreacting. Let’s go back to your parents.”
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After a few apologies, calls, and planning, Fresh and Alaina were going to head to New Mexico tomorrow. They were going to leave in the morning, and were going to go sleep in a hotel half-way through. Then they would drive the rest of the way.
Fresh was lying on his bed. He couldn’t sleep. He was thinking too much about his family. Would they hate him, or would they welcome back in with open arms? He chuckled. If Error was anything like he was before he left, he wouldn’t do that. Would CQ still be alive? Would Geno still be alive?
*knock-knock*
“Come in.” Fresh said.
Alaina walked in. “Couldn’t sleep?” Fresh shook his head. “Me neither.” Fresh was shocked. Why couldn’t she sleep? He thought.
“Why not?” Fresh asked.
“I’m nervous. I mean, what is your family going to think?!” Alaina started panicking, “Would you mom like me? Would your brothers like me?! Would they be racist or something, saying that I can’t marry you because I’m human or something?! Or-“ Fresh held her hands, rubbing his thumb across her hand.
“They wouldn’t do dat. I know dat both ma and Geno would love you when they meet you. And after a bit, Error would love you too. So don’tcha worry”
Alaina smiled a bit, saying, “And they would do the same thing to you, so don’t you worry.”
Fresh smiled, before pulling in Alaina in a loving kiss. Pulling back, he said, “Let’s get to bed. We got a half a country to drive through.”
After Alaina left, Fresh closed his eyes, feeling tired. ‘Everything will be alright’ Fresh though, before falling asleep.
I have a medical issue that's triggering sensory flashbacks multiple times a day for the last couple of weeks and I'm SO TIRED AND OVER IT.
There were people complaining about how I'd ruin my rapists life by reporting him but I'm 32 fucking years old and cant function like a normal human. Someone complain about how they ruined MY life.
Being sex trafficked as a kid in broad fucking daylight in the United States is dystopian af, and gave me a dissociative disorder. I'm on three psych meds. Every time I go to the hospital or a new doctor, they see "PTSD" in my chart and tell me my symptoms are anxiety, and that has almost killed me THREE TIMES.
My trafficker is free. My rapists are all either free or dead. The one I took to trial got everything expunged from the records. Somehow he even got the news articles taken down.
And I'm just... Still here. Still trying to cope. Still living in fear of people who probably don't think of me at all.
So I'm reblogging this from a fandom person I follow but it's on brand for the shit I post so, hello! I have OSDD and CPTSD (both of those disorders have a HUGE amount of symptom overlap and are caused by severe, prolonged trauma). I have different types of flashbacks, triggered by different things, so I'll try to organize my answer below but please be aware that my answers might be triggering especially for anyone who has experienced childhood sexual abuse and/or child trafficking. These terms are just what I use to discuss them with my therapist, so idk if they are official terms or not.
• Tactile flashbacks, also called tactile hallucinations
In these, I am entirely aware of where and when I am, but I feel sensations that were occurring during my trauma. It's usually triggered by experiencing pain from old injuries. For specifically (TW!!!!), I occasionally get nerve pain in my vulva from an injury where I was penetrated with an object and it damaged my cervix severely. Sometimes that nerve pain triggers a tactile flashbacks, where I can feel hands and the object touching me exactly the way it felt when it was really happening. It is so realistic that the first few times it happened, part of me was shocked that I wasn't bleeding or hadn't sat on a knife or some weird shit. It makes it feel like I don't even have pants on. It's fucking disorienting and PAINFUL and scary.
I've spent years training myself to show it as little as possible if it happens in public, because it's not the kind of thing that's easily explainable. But the added stress of hiding it triggers me even more- because hiding was an important job I did to cover up for my abusers, so hiding pain is both instinctual and triggering now- that it kind of just makes it worse. So if I'm around someone, they might see me grimace or shift on my chair a bit, I've also heard that I get pretty pale, but I almost always lie and make up an excuse like cramps, which people tend to believe.
But in reality it's horrific and once I'm in privacy, I am pretty useless for the rest of the day unless I have a close friend or my husband around to help me stay grounded and get back on track.
•Emotional flashbacks
This happens a lot when I'm triggered by an everyday normal occurrence that in normal life, is totally fine, but in my past was something I used to know whether or not I was in danger. Probably the most annoying one is the sound of dishes clanging as someone puts them away. If that happened in my childhood, it meant I hadn't put away the dishes in time, and would be punished (but not grounded because my parents were fucking monsters- punishment for me was things like being locked in very small spaces, being forced to braid my hair in high pigtails and hairspray it and go to school looking stupid, not getting food for a few days, having things thrown at me, sometimes the dishes themselves being physically broken on me).
So imagine what a child's emotions might be, knowing they're about to undergo a severe punishment- fear, regret, remorse, defence, desperation- and then transplant all of those emotions into my 32 year old body. It makes me have some wacky ass responses to my husband putting away the clean dishes. I've spent YEARS working on it but we've been together since I was 19, and just last year I got to the point where I could let him put dishes away without me actually yelling at him, or apologizing, or crying. Thank god for therapy.
Emotional flashbacks can really have drastic, immediate control over my behavior, which makes them pretty dangerous when it's not a situation as innocuous as putting away dishes. It's very hard for me to control what I say and do during these episodes, and it's one of the reasons I was diagnosed with OSDD, because my therapist thinks that when I have emotional flashbacks, I dissociate and another part of my personality kind of takes over. And it really is a dramatic personality shift. Still a part of me, but a much younger version. I used to have total amnesia of these episodes and only knew they were happening because my husband would explain them to me. Now I manage to stay conscious (sometimes called co-conscious by people in the OSDD/DID communities) but still have partial amnesia. It makes it very difficult for me to understand what someone is saying to me long enough to formulate a response that makes sense. It's horrible and really challenging to hide or control.
•Visual/dissociated flashbacks
These have only ever been triggered by sex, and they're very similar to the way flashbacks are portrayed in the media, like in movies. Either all or most of my visual field changes from the current situation to a traumatic sexual abuse memory. I completely dissociate, have no idea where I am or what's happening, but the difference from this and movies is that even within the memory, I don't understand what's happening. I don't go into it with my knowledge of what's happening and 15 years of therapy, I'm right back in the exact mindset I was when it was happening, just with the added idea that something is very wrong. Sometimes it feels like I'm asleep in a nightmare, sometimes it feels like I'm literally living it. They don't last more than maybe 30 seconds or so, and my husband tells me that he knows it's happening because my eyes get really wide, I go totally limp, and don't respond except in a way that's similar to how people might talk in their sleep. Once I come out of it, it's straight to having a panic attack, which as you can imagine is kind of awkward when you're in the middle of trying to fuck your partner. My husband is amazing about it all, but when we first got together it scared the shit out of both of us.
•Some other notes: I often try to ground myself so that I don't dissociate during or after a flashback, but for years the only way I knew to ground myself involved pain. I eventually tried to switch to methods that would hurt but not injure me (pinching the skin between my fingers, punching my thighs). But now I do grounding in a way that doesn't hurt myself- or at least I try to. I talk to myself, out loud, to remind myself where I am, what year it is, what's happening, etc. I do breathing exercises, sing loudly, try to hold a conversation. All of those things can help me stay in the present moment. Unfortunately they don't always work, but hey ya can't win 'em all.
@z-mizcellaneous-z I know that's a LOT but lemme know if you have questions or want any more details/info! I'm happy to share!
Call for People who Have First Hand Experience with PTSD
(Part of The Research Game, question by @z-mizcellaneous-z)
We are wondering if anyone who has first-hand experience can share with us what PTSD flashbacks look or feel like to you, as well as what it might look like from the outside perspective (such as witnessed by friends/strangers).
(please only share if you're comfortable. You can also send me an anonymous ask instead!)
Everyone else, reblog this around until we can find someone who has the answer!
(Otherwise, there's a Youtube channel I know of that aims to spread awareness of PTSD and may help you here: https://youtu.be/vdLfrJSzMY8, though it's important to note she has Complex PTSD, which is slightly different and is characterized by prolonged trauma rather than a single event)