I suppose I should give some kind of warning about this, I have PTSD and the followng is a relatively frank discussion of what it is like to live with it. And how I got it without getting into the gory details…So since I’m a new member please don’t read this and then report me. I value the spiritual blessings of the CAF far too much to want to lose it. (I’ve read this several times now so I apologize for grammatical errors. I only just happened to run across this thread and it’s a timely God send to be able to “talk” about it.
Speaking as a Viet Nam vet who came home, unknowingly, with PTSD, I suspect the number is far larger than the VA will ever admit*. That would require additional funding for services that congress just won’t fund. Over there I had to learn how to sleep with one eye and one ear open for 18 months if I wanted to survive. The things I’ve seen, and done continue to haunt me. I know that God has forgiven me but I am unable to forgive myself. Yes I’m avoiding talking about what I’ve seen and done to other human beings, but having been in Hell, how do I just forget about it? I’ve never had a so-called flashback but when something triggers the memories they can flood back and it can take months to get back to “normal.”
Because of it ever since I’ve lived a live apart from others around me, I have friends but I never really feel completely a part of them because they don’t understand me, There is a part of my life that I have to hide away and can only talk with other veterans about it, and many of them don’t want to talk about it. And after the things I’ve been through I’ve never been able to see the world as I used to see it. Danger lurks everywhere, I have insomnia, I have what is called “hyper-alertness”. (Twice as a civillian my peculiar skill set has saved my life.) I live out in the country with a well stocked pantry so that I can survive an emergency or the collapse of society (I’ve seen it happen.) Last night I was watching Bonanza, an episode about Little Joe looking up an old friend who’d become a gunfighter and now had to carry and sleep with a weapon always. Little Joe set out to cure him but I couldn’t finish watching it. And the memories that came back last night are with me today; and I haven’t slept since Friday. I know that the VA has PTSD treatment but I was told I was too functional to qualify for a scarce seat in one of the classes. And here’s the other question I ask myself, do I really want to be re-brain washed into believing that the world is a safe place when I know it isn’t? I fear, that like Adam and Eve, I eaten from the tree of knowledge of good and evil – and there is no going back.
I was permanently disabled in an auto accident, a spinal cord injury made me a paraplegic so I’m on Medicare and collecting SSI, about $1800/month. I find that Medicare is superior to the VA in almost everyway. Cost, availablity of service, response time, and caring medical staffs. I’ve been in some real H*** Holes of the VA and try to get medical care elsewhere whenever I can. I live alone, and with few friends. My life is a difficult one but I’m forever grateful to Jesus because I couldn’t carry on without him. In a recent set of atypical circumstances he put me in a place where I got a German Shepard puppy, 6 months old now, 45 lb’s and the 2nd love of my life.
- [Just like they won’t admit to how many Viet Nam era vets were infected with Hepatitus C with those pneumatic needle injections they used. It didn’t occur to them to sterilize the enjector after each use so that someone with HEP C wouldn’t infect those who followed him. Esimates are as high as 50%,at least I was lucky on that one.]
This nation’s treatment of its veterans is an… well, you can provide your own adjective.
I apologize if I went too far.