When was the time you were the most frightened?
You can’t ask me things like this.
I’ve played chicken with my own PTSD too many times on this blog already. Some of the shit I’ve described here has sent me into day-long spirals just from recounting them. And now you’re asking me to single out one specific moment from all the--the horror and the devastation I’ve witnessed, all the creeping darkness of the back alleys and the fires of burning buildings and the scalpels of mad scientists, and you want me to tell you about the worst? I don’t even know what moment that’d be.
The time I passed out from blood loss in Midtown High and hallucinated the doctors figuring out I was Spider-Man?
The time the Kingpin had me bound in chains and explained in detail what he’d do to my family the second he figured out who I was?
The time a swarm of genetically-altered rats cornered me in the sewer and almost ate me alive?
The time Dormammu almost absorbed Manhattan and I stared into the literal abyss as the skyscrapers crumbled around me?
The time I was pinned down in an alleyway and dodging Chitauri fire with less and less room to move?
The time Venom stepped out of the shadows of my apartment and attacked me?
The time Ungoliant ripped open the portal hub and tried to eat the multiverse?
The two separate times I’ve been locked in an asylum and relentlessly gaslit and threatened with lobotomization?
The shittiest part is that I’m not even fucking done. I could keep going for probably another hour. But I won’t, because I can already feel myself on the edge here. Take this for a damn answer. I’m gonna go huddle in a corner until I’ve calmed down.
