To be truthful, my latest p.d.d.h.l.s update is not completely correct. I don't feel unless im reminded of the incident. Like when it storms, each lightning strike reminds me of the flashes from the event. Each sound of thunder takes me back to the painful sound of hitting skin. These are the times that I feel. It's a feeling without a name, but it holds disgust, guilt, discomfort, sadness, anger, and most of all; fear. I'm scared. On this rare occasion, I'm really really scared.