excellent article. I was actually 68 before I realized I had ptsd. My therapist said I had the complex kind. Before, I had gone through probably 25 episodes of severe recurrent major depression in which I could physically feel the chemical changes taking place in my body. I had even been bx with ddnos and no one had considered ptsd. I had to go on disability because of the dissociation which did not quite meet the criteria of did. Learning my dx of post traumatic stress disorder has been on of the most validating disorders that I have ever had. It was a great big time of proving that this mess wasn't my fault. I wasn't defective. And yes, many things had happened to me that were not ok. Things no one were talk about or believe, by my brother and both parents. My parents died in 1975 and 1977. My brother died March 31, 2019. Not one person in my extended family was kind enough to let me know. A friend did as his death was announced in the local paper on the day he was being buried. That day ended my family. I tell myself, "that day ended future episodes of prst!"