Vets. This can be a big subject in the usa. It can be a great uniter. Or a great divider. Or nothing, just neutral, like ‘ok that was your job for a while’ POV.
I’ve been talking to someone here in private messages (yes, boards can and often do read them) and this subject came up. It’s been a good conversation, so I figured I’d post a post of mine here, for public consumption.
I have ptsd and am open about that. I am so to help people, help those with it and those who have to deal with someone who has it.
So…a post from the middle of our conversation, slightly edited
This is my PERSONAL experience, POV. Not every Vet is like this, nor has these experiences. We can be a lot alike, but we aren’t cookie cutter products. So read this as just insight into ONE Vet’s experiences. It is.
Yeah, one of the probs vets have is they join young, do their time, then return back home 3-4 years later. Think of how their civvie peers changed in that amount of time. 18-24 is a time of big change for development. But they themselves change too. They may not realize just how much.
So a civvie leaves, then comes back as a veteran into that group at that age…and what can he talk to them about? They have no idea what he experienced, no matter what he did or didn’t do in the service. And what can they share with him? Nothing he can relate to. He doesn’t even know some of the people in his ‘lifetime civvie peer group’ now. He has nothing to say to them and they have nothing to say to him.
So the vet becomes isolated, stuck in no-man’s land between worlds. This is where some of us fail. It shows up in substance abuse, domestic violence if one is able to have a relationship, violence and suicide.
I remember each time I came back home on leave, I realized how much my long time ‘friends’ were changing. Later, I realized it was I who was changing. They were the same and still are today. So I stopped returning ‘home’ on leave as there was nothing there for me anymore.
The mil was the only place I ever felt like I was at home, amongst peers, Kindred Spirits. And it almost destroyed me. Almost. The only day/night I don’t think about it is when I’m really drunk, too drunk to think, but not too drunk to be self destructive and/or violent. Or just completely numb. Mission Accomplished.
I stopped drinking about 10 years ago. I stopped drugs about 20 years ago. My Vet Buds kept telling me to get help and about 6 years ago. One posted a PTSD checklist of something like 13 signs. I had all of them. So I asked for help at the VA. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, saying that sentence. But I did and got it.
What’s interesting is I didn’t realize how messed up I was. But it’s your mind that’s messed up with ptsd. So it’s really hard to know.
Now I’m just going to live my life in Peace and want to just die of old age.
I can’t be fixed. What’s done is done.
One thing I have done is work with security/police in dealing with people with “severe” ptsd. You’d be surprised how few of them know how to deal with it, even the pd at VAMH, I had to educate them on it.
So I help others understand what is going on and how to deal with people in that instance, have them take the “no harm, no foul” method. That’s how I can Do Good out of this. Clear a path for those behind me.
Another thing is I do is I say out loud, “Good Thoughts, Good Thoughts, Good Thoughts” when my mind starts to wander away. That has helped a lot. I’m going to share that with others as it’s real time help they can do for themselves.
Again, nice talking to you.
And am surprised they let my ‘other board’ subject stay up
Fin