My first reaction is to say a cat, due to my love of my little feline companions. However, everyone has always called me "mouse" because I'm small. When I think of the PTSD, I think a mouse is appropriate. I can be playful and all, but have you ever seen how a mouse reacts when it is put into a cage with a snake? They shake uncontrolably, and I've heard that they can even die due to the fear and anxiety. Well, that's how I am when it comes to the trauma. I am like that little mouse who knows it is trapped and will be hurt/killed. This is how I reacted during the traumatic events as well as how I act now when trying to confront them.