Now that I understand that I’ve been experiencing Post Traumatic Stress since I was very young, I’ve been remembering many instances of PTSD over the course of my life, and it is only now that they are making sense. When I was little, I watched a Little Rascal’s show, an early well-known TV program for children, in which the kids were making a cake. A plastic glove was dropped inadvertently into the batter and in the oven, as the cake baked, the glove expanded.
It grew so huge that the oven door was forced open, the glove, at that point, looking like a giant cow’s udder. I remember being absolutely horrified watching the events unfold. Unconsciously afraid my own stomach would up and attack me one day, like it did shortly after my birth, here on the screen was an out-of-control, organ-like sac, blowing up beyond belief. It finally burst and all the Little Rascals were covered with cake. I was so relieved the ordeal was over.
Watching the show, I was not aware of the nature of my fear and simply experienced acute anxiety and terror. There was no one to help or even know vaguely what was going on with me. That’s why it is important that as many people as possible learn about PTSD and its symptoms. Anxiety, flashbacks, recurrent dreams, and fear unrelated to any real and present danger are only a few. When parents know more about this condition, they can better help their children. Adults afflicted with PTSD will be better able to identify and locate their own symptoms, thereby gaining control of their lives. With this deeper understanding of self, they will be able to live a more peaceful and fulfilling life.