by sienna1

Created on: May 18, 2009

Stuck in a Post Traumatic World

My world collided with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in July 2006. I was a frantic mum with a 3 year old boy and twin 2 year olds. I was trying to juggle part time work and motherhood and one brisk morning 2 days after I turned 40 I made a silly mistake and decided to overtake a very slow driver. That was the last decision I made with a rational mind.

The very slow driver turned out to be a road rager, he was driving very slow I found out, so he could slow me down specifically. When I made that decision to overtake him, it was the trigger for him to control my actions. From that moment on I could not get in front of him, I could not get behind him. It resulted in us colliding and the horror to unfold.

His rage was immense and it was coming at me. Even now I cant remember which window he appeared at as it seems he appeared at every window, his head bulging through and screaming with such intense hate. My head was spinning what to do, how to handle it and if the kids were ok. Writing this now is so difficult because I have to relay something that broke my mind even to this day.

I have experienced horrific moments in my life and thought myself hardened to the horrors of day to day. I worked as a fraud investigator for the Government and on a daily basis interviewed people from the welfare sector and dealt with tantrums and poor behavior often, but on this day my children's life was now at risk, their security and there was no one in sight to help or protect us.

Now I am sorry to say that there are parts of this day that I cannot peace together, there are moments that are missing and this is one of them. I had a collision with this man and then I was at his house, both cars drove there. I remember hopping out of the car and locking it. Telling the kids it was ok, their faces were frantic and terrified. I wanted to keep going to the police or something but knew if I left the scene of an accident it would be wrong. Always trying to do the right thing .

His behavior was foul and vicious, he was so angry he was jumping up and down and bouncing around his lawn. I will not go into detail here other than to say it was a tirade of abuse and not much productive detail. Something that I could usually deal with, I was amazed that on this day, this morning, things changed, I went numb and could not speak, could not defend myself and felt myself breaking before him and before my tiny children. Their eyes had sheer terror before

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