I was born into a fear-filled environment in 1940 under the umbrella of potential Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
World War II was in full swing and because Australia was so far from the war zone on the other side of the world, life for me, the newborn, we thought would go on as usual when the war ended. But that was not to be.
War changed everything!
Without warning my life and the lives of our family members were changed forever when my father came home from WWII in 1945. He was discharged with medically diagnosed anxiety and a stress disorder — shell shock. Shell shock, years later was renamed Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
My PTSD story began in those early years and it was only when thinking about my life when writing this book that I understood just how subtly insidious and destructive to a person's healthy development that life lived with generational and/or personal PTSD could be.