I realize today that as a result of someone else's desire to escape, it became a contributing factor to my developing PTSD. In my 20's, I witnessed a young man plunge to his death from the 32nd floor of an office building. I became frozen in time, I was so shocked. The memory is crystal clear to this day. I later discovered that he was the son of my girlfriend's neighbour and had committed suicide.
Prior to that incident, I was fearless, dove off bridges and in fact Skydived. From that day forward, I have had a profound fear of heights. It took me years before I made the connection.
~ Tutte ~
