Okay -- I find this strange -- or at least remarkable. I had an "aha!" moment last year, when I realized -- for the first time -- that something which had happened to me in the past put me in a well-known statistic.
Okay. That was strange enough. That I, who sort of pride myself on my ability to look at things and see how they are, could have skipped lightly over this event, even though I thought about it every so often, just never called it by its name. And in fact had said aloud, several times, and to myself, several more times, that I was very lucky that I did not, in fact, belong to this statistic. I feel weirdly ashamed, as though I did it on purpose, although I assure you I did not.
But here's the part that seems freaky to me now. When I read articles online or in the news about these statistics, and other sufferers from it, I get very anxious and start shifting in my chair and breathing in little gasps, and want to leave the room. That's the way that "trigger" stories make people feel who know that this happened to them. And I didn't know, until just recently. So I feel as though I must be making these reactions up. But I am not. I am really not.