I didn’t start counseling knowing there was anything unusual about my past. My husband and I were going for marriage counseling. Several homework assignments had confusing results before my counselor finally asked me about my past. I told him it was great, we went to the park and the zoo. He then asked me, “Tell me about an average day day.” I again said we went to the park and the zoo. I finally confessed I hadn’t known my past since high school. My past was like jumbled shapes in a black bag. I knew generally what might have happened but no details. My counselor handed me a book and asked me to read it. He wanted to see my reaction to A Child Called It. The following week I brought it back finished and asked, “What do you want me to learn from it?” He replied that he was watching my reaction. I hadn’t thought that one of the worse child abuse cases ever written about was any thing unusual. He tried 3 more books each one more severe until the last book was Viktor Frankl Man’s Search for Meaning. This book shared Viktor’s perspective of surviving the Holocaust. I Finally told my counselor, “What do you want me to learn from this is not the right answer.” Many people with PTSD are struggling every day with their past in a black bag not knowing what they are fighting.