Well, apparently I cant hide it very well when I'm having a bad flashback.

I was at the pot-luck dinner for my trans support group, and started having real problems, when a couple of people made a point of asking me if I was okay.

Of course, I wasnt, but by keeping myself engaged in my surroundings through what I could feel, see, hear, and even smell, I was able to ride it out and get back to normal.

Afterward, they said I had turned red and looked like I was having trouble breathing, and since both of them know my history, they made a point of checking on me, for which I'm grateful.

I think I'm stronger now, more able to deal with this stuff, but boy, what a way to get stronger.

Ah, well.