I recently returned from San Diego, we were at a family reunion (my husband's side) and I had a breakdown. First let me say that traveling with three small children is no small feat, especially flying. Even though it was a short flight, I have anxiety issues about flying and I also worry about the germs, I am such a freak about everything! Anyway, we didn't die in a fiery inferno and nobody highjacked the plane. We all had to get up at 4 am to catch our fight, after falling asleep somewhere around 1:30 am, couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about the trip. So even though it was "uneventful", I was exhuasted by the time we reached the house we were going to stay for the four days we were there. That night, we had a formal dinner to go to, along with around 250 other people. The dinner was at a Naval Base, next to the air strip, so every time a jet took off, I was freaking ducking - I must have looked so funny. I don't do well in social situations, even when it's with people I know. This, was pure panic for me. Thank goodness I had a baby to cling to because otherwise, I know I would have ran out the door, much to everyone's indifference. The funny thing about my PTSD is it seems to give me audio hallucinations. I think I hear things that are probably not being said, trouble is, no one else hears it so how can I prove otherwise. There was also a picture booth set up so everyone could take photos. Great for people who aren't freaking out on the inside and feeling like an alien and everyone is staring at and talking about. I am so scared that in the family photos I am going to look like the psycho I feel like - ****! Don't even get me started on the BBQ the next day!