I don’t care for the sound of gunfire, & I was forced to listen to it all day long.
My parents were killed when I was 10 years old.
Someone broke into the home & tried to open the safe in the study room. My guy & Mom tried to stop the intruder since I was upstairs sleeping in my bed… Both of my parents died trying to keep me safe & I will never forget the sound of the gunfire from that evening, every time I hear the sound of guns, I cringe & believe prefer crying. The doctor told me that is PTSD symptoms. Most of the time I have things under control, however this month was A undoubtedly bad day. I went out to the country to install a furnace. While I was installing the current furnace, the home owner & a couple of his friends decided to shoot paint cans in the backyard. I could hear the sound so clearly. It felt prefer I was laying upstairs 20 years ago. I could not tell the homeowner to stop shooting his guns & I could not stop the furnace upgrade. All I could do was try to focus on the task. The guy spent more than one hours shooting guns in the backyard while I tried to complete the furnace upgrade. It took me twelve hours to complete the task. I’ll never go back there again. My boss knows about my past, so he did not question my request. That was the hour worst experience of my life. I still cannot stop shaking & I’ll truly have to take a coupe of xanax to get through the next few afternoons.