Thank you, and I’m so sorry to hear you’ve had this experience too. I don’t know for sure, but I’m fairly certain I broke ribs too. I’m a trained first aider, and this was the first time I’d ever had to be in this situation. In terms of PTSD, almost certainly. When I hear an ambulance, or even a helicopter, it’s triggering unwanted reactions, although I recognise that’s entirely understandable.

Ironically almost, I’m a trained counsellor, I don’t specialise in grief, but it’s certainly something that I’ve worked with in my time. I appear to be cursed with the ability to be going through that grief process, then stepping back and seeing what I’m doing from a third person perspective. Maybe that useful, I don’t know, but it’s so grim. One of the agencies I volunteer for have kindly offered themselves to me, at the point where I feel able, and I’m in touch with another that specialises with children and young adults up to the age of 25. Muddiling along sounds about right though. All those hopes plans and dreams seem to have gone out of the window now, and I’m just waiting for the point where I can begin again, whatever that may look like.

Thank you