Lovely story! I had my own recent funny run-in with PTSD...

About ten minutes into my last therapy session, I started to notice a smell. A lot of the flashbacks I've had have been olfactory--I smell something that's not there and get an intense, upsetting memory related to it. So it takes me a while to place the smell....onions. I hate onions! I'm sniffing like a bloodhound dog, this scent seems EVERYWHERE! But therapist is totally unaffected, it seems. I don't have any feelings attached to the smell (although it makes me think of my mom cooking dinner when I was a wee one). The whole session, part of my mind is going to figure out why I'm getting this smell now. Finally, at the very end of the session, I know I have to ask. I need to know if I'm hallucinating smells again. So, out with it: "Does it smell like...onions?" Therapist busts a gut laughing, directs me to the trash can hidden beside the sofa where I sit: full of an onion-saturated salad.

Heh. Next time, I'll ask before I wig out worrying about my hallucinations for an entire session.

At the time this happened it wasn't really funny but looking back at it gets a laugh out of me everytime.

It was shortly after 9-11. I'm sure everyone at that point was having some anxiety when hearing planes fly over.Anyway it was late at night @ 10 or 11. Ethan was in bed sleeping. I was taking my last bathroom break before bed.So here I am sitting on the potty when I heard the plane coming. Just by the sound you could tell that it was flying low and it was big. The closer to the house it got the more panicked I became. By this point the whole house is vibrating to the point that things were falling off shelves, tables, dressers, ect. So here I am on the potty in a full blown panic attack. Totally frozen while my mind is screaming at me to get to Ethan. I couldn't move. I remember thinking Oh my god I don't want to die on the toilet, but glad I was where I was so I wouldn't have to change my clothes. Ethan slept through the whole thing. After the plane flew over it took me another 30 min. before I could move. I'm so glad he slept through it as I wasn't sure how to explain to him why I was crying on the toilet and how come I couldn't get up.
Looking back on it now I can laugh and thank the good lord that nobody had to come rescue me as it would have been humiliating.

Jade, that would have scared the shit out of me without ptsd. Good Lord, if things were falling off shelves, I'd start thinking earthquake with a plane zooming over head?!