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Kate & Rebecca (of WhoaMedia) created #PTSDChat a few years ago to help those suffering in silence and isolation to find a place that was safe, supportive where they could share their problems, connect with others and feel like they were part of a large tribe of warriors.  As the chat grew to become what it is now, both took a step back to allow it to become more than the “Kate show”.  Kate continues to write and support the team with blogs on topics that come up, researching and interviewing those with experience or expertise in the areas.

Medical Marijuana and PTSD

So. Weed. Ganja, dope, grass, pot, blunts, splifs, spleefs, the herb, marry jane,  etc.  Or Cannabis.  Lets talk about it. My experience with marijuana was four incidents ever in my life without a prescription.  I say marijuana because I’m talking about the times I did not ingest it medically.  That’s now in the thousands as medicinal cannabis.  But yes, I’m not going to waste your time with the Bill Clinton “I didn’t inhale” bullshit.  But it also wasn’t something I was all that familiar with.  And I never took it once out of pressure.  I was the guy that my buddies eventually stopped offering it to because I never said yes.  Of the four times, once was in Amsterdam where it was legal, once was in brownies I ate unknowingly while already drunk at a party (yes should have known but wasn’t thinking) and that one almost took me down. …

PTSD IS AS MUCH A PHYSICAL INJURY AS PSYCHOLOGICAL

Where to start on this one?  I think before I dive into the research and outline each of the bodies systems impacted by PTSD I will give you a brief summary of my physical journey with PTSD. As many of you will know I have had Complex PTSD from early childhood (first major trauma that I can consciously process was at 2 years of age, but prior to that there was significant trauma and abuse).  When we are reminded of our trauma(s) without treatment our brains and bodies flip us to the emotional and physical age we were at our first trauma.  A traumatized infant skips the stages of stress and alarm, going straight to the last: comatose.  My physical payments as a result have been significant and at 48 years of age, I am frankly living on borrowed time. To understand how our BODIES KEEP SCORE, please purchase Bessel…

PTSD Treatments and Therapies

As most who follow my art and blogs know I have had Complex PTSD from early childhood.  It wasn’t until the West had been at war in the Middle East for over a decade that the treatments for PTSD took centre stage in public health.  Finally, we are seeing real progress in the treatment and prevention of trauma not just in those who serve but in those who have been exposed to significant life altering trauma that historically has left us disabled, unable to function and locked in isolation. In my next post I am going to write more on NEUROCIRCULATORY ASTHENIA or as Mendez Da Costa (1833-1900) called it “irritable heart”.  PTSD isn’t simply an injury to the brain it affects our entire bodies, especially our electrics, our auto-immune systems and ultimately, I believe it can kill us.  This post however will focus on the MOOD DISORDER/PSYCHOLGOICAL aspects of…

Courage, Humility and Survival: one SAR Captain’s painting

There is something not quite normal about pilots. Jimmy Aitken was one of the few of my father’s friends that I truly loved and enjoyed.  He joined the RAF during WWII at 15, and in Rhodesia he alternately flew my father around or other  troops.  Famously he was known to “cheer the boys up” after a particularly bad encounter by flying under Birchenough Bridge (you can google it, it’s a suspension bridge in Manicaland Zimbabwe, south of what was Umtali and is now Mutare).  When the floods hit there’s not a lot of space to fly a transport bird between water and bridge metal.  The “boys” learnt to laugh and talk animatedly when Jimmy was their pilot. My father was being taken to look at some targets in Mozambique during the Rhodesian Bush War (much of the war was fought not in Zimbabwe but in Mozambique) as they flew over…