Makes sense. I came down in Spring of 06 to help a buddy gut his house. While I was there, I inadvertantly made several contractors, bartenders, crabbers, etc. get all sorts of emotional. I stopped asking questions and just did my work, making myself available to whoever wanted to talk. Few did.
Today it's everywhere, so fuck it, I tell myself.
I'd seen PTSD before, in my dad, who fought in Korea and early Vietnam, but I didn't register the similarities right away. Worse, I think, because Katrina's effects were so widespread and personal.
I'm gonna leave this alone, and hope that those affected who I know (and those I've connected with here) find strength and peace, and a healthy way forward.