Continuing the discussion from Positive encouragement:
After our house fire… I was so scrambled about fire safety and kidnappers and other problems that I turned my Dad’s tool shed into a bunker. I had a mattress on a stand made out of cinder blocks and plywood. I had stored up food, I had boxes for my sis to hide in… I disguised them as christmas ornament boxes… because who would look in a box of old christmas stuff.
This started to alarm my parents… but then they got my Aunt’s old 1950’s airstream trailer… (the silver twinkie) and I made that into a bunker. That was when I ended up with my PTSD label.