I remember exactly where I was when the reports started pouring over the internet of the tragedies September 11, 2001. The world was rocked. A nation experienced the horrors of terrorism en masse trauma. The New York skyline was changed forever. Pentagon took a direct hit. Heroically a plane full of people changed their target to an open field. The events blasted from every monitor in the computer lab that I worked in. Over and over and over from every side I watched the planes crashing…crashing…crashing. I felt nothing. I watched numb, barely conscious of the horror on every side. How could I be so heartless and cold that I felt nothing? The week before I was diagnosed with cancer. My world was already shattered. It took me days before I processed what happened. I picked up People magazine where it reported the people that came and helped. Chefs feeding firemen. Volunteers coming from every state. Mobilization of a nation pulling together to heal a gaping wound. Sorrow, grief, sadness, fear, swirled and swayed in the dust and smoke. Emotion over load. Shortly after doctors reported incidences of PTSD all across the nation.
10 years later: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/10/nyregion/post-traumatic-stress-disorder-from-911still-haunts.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
9/11 changed everyone’s view of PTSD and terrorism.
A memorial to those that died on 9/11. A flag for every person that died that day.