PTSD: 40 Years Of Inner Pain
Here is my hang up in a nutshell. I am a 60 year old guy who is still haunted by the war. The Vietnam War. So why would I have to keep that a secret? Because I do not want to burden my family and loved ones with the thoughts of knowing that I am still suffering from the war.
Doesn’t sound so bad, does it. Maybe just being able to write the little bit I have already written will help my head.
I am diagnosed and compensated for PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder) by the VA. I am not new to writing. I have been published many times, even in children’s school books and Playboy Magazine. So again, what is the problem? The problem is that I thought that I would be cured of my PTSD after all these years. I still think about, have intrusive thoughts come into my head every single day about Vietnam and the war. When I keep the thoughts to myself and not talk them out, then I find myself getting depressed thinking I am still screwed up and will be for the rest of my life. And when I talk about Vietnam out loud to people I know the war was more than 40 years ago for me, and people must look at me as damaged goods. Even guys at the Veterans Outreach rap group I go to know I am wacked. But I know when I use to write about my experiences in Vietnam I felt better. My family didn’t. They hoped that by writing I would “get over” Vietnam. Hasn’t happened. Not even medication gets me over. Not even $2,832 a month from the VA helps. But I am hoping that sharing here will help and at the same time, not pull my family down.
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Thank you for your service to this country and all of the sacrifices you made so that I would have a chance to write this. You paid a dear price for the life I am able to lead and, although most people will never truly get it, know that you will remain a hero for those of us who love a veteran too. I will always be honored by your bravery and selflessness and your belief in the American flag.
God bless you, sir.
anything but backwards.
Details will haunt forever, processing them without personalizing...
allowing your brain to file each ragged memory into its place of safe keeping a must to ride the rift in any stable manner.
I am not a victim of war or any other crime. I choose not to see myself as the child wounded too young, or as the wife who endured seven years of "duty"... or as the 40 year old woman who struggles with intimacy on any level. Unlearning numb. No details, no regrets. I look forward to the me I will be, for without intense pain there can not be intense beauty.
I hope and pray this year be beautiful beyond measure.
Betty J
Thank you
thank you for posting sir.
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