PTSD will endeavor to make us refuse human contact. It wants us to be isolated from healthy relationships. It wants us to disintegrate as social and spiritual beings. As bad as that is, PTSD-survivors can be pushed into further isolation due to issues with trust, or encounters with dickweeds and/or vampires (And, yes, I used the word “trust” in a sentence).[Continue Reading…]
This essay is lengthy and speaks to my ability to continue with this website. It’s rather personal. Pack a lunch and dry socks.
Since posting last, nearly five weeks ago, much has occurred: it feels as if I’m alternating between the decks of two different ships, circling one another on a rather choppy sea. One is a Ship of Light and the other is a Ship of Fog. Sometimes, they collide with one another.[Continue Reading…]
People with PTSD can have successful relationships, even with other people who have PTSD. Yet, PTSD adds extra challenges to our relationships. One of these additional challenges is intensity. When PTSD endeavors to change our identity it attempts to turn the intensity dial to one extreme or another. PTSD makes us intense, sometimes too intense.
PTSD wants to wound us and render us feral. It wants us to despair in our wounds: physical, mental, and spiritual. It wants us to never realize we are on a sanctification journey, that we can still receive divine grace. PTSD wants us angry and letting lose with our anger. Having wounded others or maybe just belittling ourselves, it wants us to believe we can never be forgiven.[Continue Reading…]
PTSD tends to hate it when we do anything positive with other people or when we do anything that is either productive or creative. Any of those items promotes love and life … and, as we know by now, PTSD hates love and life.[Continue Reading…]
I received a request from Steven Kelleher to spread the word about the film “Trauma.” His query is reproduced further below and is worth your time. I also lifted the following paragraph from the film’s website:
“A US Medevac unit rescues wounded soldiers and civilians, swooping into battlefields in war-torn Afghanistan and ferrying the critically injured back to awaiting Forward Surgical Teams. They work fast and they save lives. Arriving home after each tour, their struggle becomes reconciling the persistent memory of war with that of everyday life in America.”[Continue Reading…]
Memorial Day: We’ll get our share of drive-by caring and plastic patriotism. In some areas we will have to endure fireworks. And, we will have to deal with the specter of those afflicted with Compassion Deficit Disorder (CDD) … nothing quite like being blamed for having PTSD, sensitivity to triggers, and living in a fear-state, just because we “couldn’t hack it” or because we are “cowards.” The news media, practicing a predictable “calendar journalism,” will show a brief uptick of interest in those with military service.[Continue Reading…]
In spite of more coverage, and one would then hope, more understanding, there are still stigmas that goes with PTSD. We are often harshly judged and criticized for the basic fact that we are human enough to have been wounded by traumatic events.
The drive-by caring crowd often pulls their vampiric ghoul number on us. They attempt to splash around in the malarial swamps of both our past traumatic experiences and our ongoing present suffering from PTSD and other wounds.[Continue Reading…]
It is no secret that PTSD seeks to destroy us. It desires to make us unstable, unpredictable, and unreliable. By doing so, it corrodes our best and most healthy relationships (Yikes! The cat just explored the keyboard – again – and I need to retype some things). So, even the cat agrees, PTSD is out to harm us and then to harm others by rendering us unpredictable (Meow! Make him stop typing so he’ll get back to petting me!)…er, umm, well, it seems I have a co-typist today.[Continue Reading…]
PTSD wants to give us an involuntary heart transplant.
It wants to replace a warm, beating, heart with a cold as ice, mechanical, heart. It wants to change out a heart that is loving, warm, and willing to be vulnerable, with a clockwork machine, which is indifferent to itself and others, and is so scared it refuses to risk opening up to others.[Continue Reading…]