So this happened a couple years ago and I'm 14 now. I don't remember the exact year really, I think that I've just tried to erase this memory but I think that I was around 10/11 but recently its just been popping up in my mind again, and I know that there is something triggering it but the reason that I've started this thread is because I don't know whether this is ptsd or nothing has actually happened to me.
Okay here we go. When I was 10/11 I went on a holiday to America. I went with my mum and my brother and we were going to have a great time. My dad didn't come because he was busy with work which was understandable and so he told us to go and enjoy. We stayed round a family friend's house and then my mums close friend came to their house, he had a family of his own but they didn't come and so basically we were all quite close family friends.
Now here is the point of the story where my life practically changed.
So one morning on the trip, my brother and the family we were staying at went out (they were just going around town or something) leaving me, my mum and her close friend. He was like an uncle to me, my mum grew up with him so they were really close, I'm going to call him X for now. So then my mum ran me a bath at their house and she said that she and X were going on a jog and that I shouldn't open the door or anything etc. That was a lie and I found that out very soon. I stopped my bath, and watched some TV in the living room, and so I was hungry and I remembered what our friends who lived in the house said, that I could get anything from the pantry downstairs. The pantry was in the basement which was like a cinema room. I walked down and it was dark, but I saw my mum and X cheating. Right there literally.
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