i suffer ptsd as a result of being violently abused as a very young boy,and i have terrible nightmares about my beloved children getting hurt in the same way.
i had such a dream,and spent the day at work distraught,then i got home and the instant i took off my motorcycle helmet,my beloved 19week old beth beamed from ear to ear and her smiles lit up my heart and made me glad...it is now,not then x