Fergal Keane: How I found a way to live with PTSD
His wife, Anne, who had answered the door when the gunmen knocked, never recovered from the trauma of that day. “There were no sort of therapies back then,” Peter recalls. “I’ll never forget it, the eyes were like stone, as if she was a statue. You could talk to her but there was no answer.” Anne began to drink heavily and died at the age of 51.