It was only recently that I found out it was PTSD I had. I have been to a therapist for it. For myself it was a by product of both shock and depression. My body's protection of itself. I ate and I breathed, very rarely ventured out from my apartment. This may sound strange, but the shock was both sudden and gradual. There were triggers such as certain noises, certain cars. A strange sense of deja vu before the panic set in. And sometimes there seemed to be no rhyme or reason for it, one minute your fine and the next moment you cannot think or feel anything other than overwhelmed. Crying for no reason, and numb the next moment. I went through every stage of grief, I grieved for the life I used to have, the person I used to be. Journal writing helped identify triggers, assisted in the management of it all. Mostly though, my shock manifested itself in no emotional response. I spoke of things...injuries, personal horrors that would make any normal person cringe, with nothing more than a blink of an eye, and a flat voice. When the symptoms are severe and you are physically immobilized, your mind does the only thing available to you...it flees. In everything, daily life, speech pattern, you go somewhere inside where the horror cannot touch you. And the only voice that reaches you is your own. Shut out the world, even if it is the one that belongs to you.