Just when I think I've got everything under control...PTSD rears its ugly head. Last month I went to see Captain Phillips with my wife. The last 15 minutes I was in a fetal position in my theater seat. I cried uncontrollably all the way home. Here the good captain was in a hopeless situation. And so was I. My therapist told me not to watch "Twelve Years a Slave." Should movies come with warnings? And its not just movies! 60 Minutes did it to me the other day.
When will I get to the point when I can watch something intense and not be affected? Will that time ever come? Should I turn down invitations to see a movie? (I have already done this once with "12 Yrs a Slave".)
Should I be able to weed out what is real and what is fantasy? I'm 56 for God's sake! I have 2 doctorates! But I turn into a weeping child too many times!