About three weeks ago when my husband came home from work he had the look in his eyes that there was something that he wanted to tell me and he knew that I wasn't going to like it. He told me that his daughter wanted to meet him. This child is 15 months younger than our oldest child. She was concieved from an extamarital drunken night. I have a hard time accepting this. Needless to say I went off the deep end. Ended up at the doctors office who sent me to the E>R to meet with a mental health crisis worker. The crisis worker and the attending psychiatrist came up with the PTSD diagnosis. Just to let you know over the past 10 years I have been diagnosed with almost every anxiety disorder out there. I just want it to all end. If I had my choice I wish there was a way to erase the memory of the past and start to rebuild off the present.