Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
Find support with others who have gone through a traumatic experience. Whether you have chronic or acute PTSD, we are here for you.
I haven't ask for help from others and it's starting to get to me. I did 2 tours in iraq and i relive those moments every day. it's becoming hard on my wife and our family. I have also been told i have cancer and my 8 year son has cancer. i'm running out of places to turn and people to talk to. Any words of wisdom or how to cope with this. I'm so afraid that each day is my last and everytime I sleep i go to the places I dontspeak of it eats at me everyday and it's hard to cope with. My is trying to be understandable but it's hard for her to be there when mentaly I am not. I havent been the same happy guy I used to be. with the current state of mind how to I be strong not only for me but for others. Is it selfish to not worry about them and fix me? How does one build a strong foundation to be better at asking for help and truly wanting to be better? I have asked for help so many times but not sure I really wanted it until now. I can't keep living in fear of the things that have happen I need to move on and take controll again but how?
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Hiya My internet is changing today and I'm not sure how long the switch over will take, I'm hoping 24 hours at the most, but I'm probably being too optimistic We are changing to another company and going full fibre for the internet. But at least it's changing to the one payment rather than the payment for the home landline phone and a payment for the internet. So I'm not going to be on here...
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Name something you hated as a kid that you love as an adult.


But...all I can say is that I appreciate all that you've given and continue to give....daily, hourly, by the second.... to our country.
If I was listening to you talk, my hope would be to understand and accept. Nothing that you can say is beyond understanding. Nothing. (And this from about the biggest pacifist on DS if not my whole state). (Does it help if I tell you that I knew someone that described picking up body parts after a pickup truck filled with dynamite exploded? I've heard some pretty horrific things, that go far, far beyond that.)
I can tell you that you're body is hardwired to remember the exact thing that you were doing right before hell came. So if that was tying your shoes...then that's what's going to set you off. And then it's off to the races. The part of your brain that thinks about things may have forgotten, but the part that knows...knows. Smells, blood, sights, kindness, hate, stupid crap, sounds, touch all mixed up together. "War is Hell" sums it up, and says nothing all at the same time.
Again, I will thank you for what you are giving DAILY to our country. The least, the very, very, very least I can do, is stand beside you now that you're part way home. We (our country, or at least me) want you back the rest of the way.
I care.
(Again, I'm not military. If I've said anything to offend, I'll delete the post. Patti)
i literally went from having a noose around my neck to having a pretty decent life. took a lot of time, but if you can hang on, you have a good shot at making it out of this in one piece. sounds like you're ready to be pro-active and you have my support all the way. even if you need to shoot me a message when everything is fucked up, feel free.
Also, my dad raised me to be what's known now as "disaster prepper", complete with how to cause harm, and do harm, and I've done some. Reflex is a bi*ch that way. I was taught so young that I don't remember life without that knowledge. He was a vet who didn't get treatment and needed it. He took it out on us. Family tradition going back to 1745. Go to war, bring it home and recreate it in the household. (That' shis family, not all PTSDers, btw, I'm aware!) It wasn't a childhood, but boot camp, and I'm being kind.
So go ahead, tell us what you can, about whatever, and I certainly won't judge. Surviving for your life is one set of rules, and then you get stuck back in "civilian rules", and life still kicks you around, and .... Yeah, it's a FUBAR feeling.
Gentle support. You can. And I encourage your wife to get help, fo rher, too, b/c she'll need support that isn't you. Spouses (as my hubby can attest) have a whole different POV on this stuff....
Leo
My in-person support group was all male military vets who scorned, mocked, or ignored me. It was awful. So I came here. Much better:-) No offense to them. They simply had a single point of view: PTSD was for *them*. But PTSD is PTSD no matter what the trauma. Reliving the sense of hypervigilance, attack mode, escape plans.... It's exhausting! But sharing? Even a tiny bit? It's like lancing an infected blister. Icky oozy crap, and it hurts, but then it heals.... Slow but sure....
Much support.
So it feels inside my own skin. . .
Continued support while you figure your own, Abu.