Look you can write all the you want about PTSD, I sure you have experienced trama first hand and can relate to all the victims who use PTSD as crutch and as an excuse for everything thats wrong with there life and health.
I know I must be the exception, lets see; Start with a bipolar mother who would sooner smack you with a belt than talk to you, and of course some days she was as sweet as honey.
She even manged to make a cat-o-nine tails once to whip us with, such a sweetheart. Luckly my father found it and took it away before she could do too much damage. She did get to try it on me one day, when my sister didn't put the towels in the closet the way that she expected. In her twisted mind it was my fault since I was supposed to supervising her ( I was 10) I got flailed across the back of my legs. PTSD I guess. I left home and lived on the streets at 11, snuck back in the house sleep, did all my homework at the library. I graduated in the top 10 of my class, guess I could have dropped out and blamed PTSD.
Went to university on a jock scholarship, graduated cum laude, in 3.5 yrs and joined the USMC. I guess I could have been a 4.0 student, Guess I can blame PTSD on that.
In the Marine Corp, I was wounded twice, went down in a chopper twice, pissed my pants numerous times while invovled in trying to keep my marines alive.
PTSD you betcha!! I got in spades and enough to go around the room more than once.
I got over PTSD, and got on with living, I don't look back O, I look forward. I've been in sessions with Viet Nams where all they want to do is blame something or someone for how screwed up they are.
We all need to take responsibility for our lives and those we touch.