I can't begin to explain all of the crap I've been through in my life, and I doubt any large number of people would want to read about it, even here.
I feel like I'm still a prisoner of my PTSD. Therapy has been a trip of sorts and hasn't been all smooth sailing. I have to imagine that this makes me no different from anyone else!
Making this short and to the point: I've gone from Childhood sexual abuse victim to surviving that pig's assault! To my having survived "special circumstances" while in the service. Now? I'm just in existence mode, trying not to destroy myself on the trip while I'm simply trying to have one manageable day!
Good luck, to anyone who is having a bad time.