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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.

Brad McKay's Hero: Chief Eric Jolliffe YRP

Submitted by: BRAD McKAY My Hero? Chief Eric Jolliffe of the York Regional Police. This is the the region on top of Toronto. Same size but population just over a million so much smaller. YRP has 2100 sworn and civilian members. Now that I am retired and cannot be accused of schmoozing him for a promotion I can say this. Although I believe he still owes me a coffee for a bet he lost. He’s not the most attractive guy. He will likely accuse me of looking in the mirror. He is almost up to par with the homicide guys though. But only because his wife dresses him. Why is he my hero? Because Eric Jolliffe believed in the value of peer driven peer support. He trusted his own people to create and enhance a program that is second to none. The people who created the program were those connected…

Modern Day Policing, ArchAngel Michael & Cop Suicide

Michael is mentioned three times in the Book of Daniel, once as a “great prince who stands up for the children of your people”. In the New Testament Michael leads God’s armies against Satan’s forces in the Book of Revelation, where during the war in heaven he defeats Satan. In the Epistle of Jude Michael is specifically referred to as “the archangel Michael”. Christian sanctuaries to Michael appeared in the 4th century, when he was first seen as a healing angel, and then over time as a protector and the leader of the army of God against the forces of evil. Most cops I know look to St Michael as their patron saint – their protector in times of darkness.  A warrior angel who defeated Satan on God’s behalf.  That’s quite the mentor to live up to. I’ve seen first hand how we expect our cops to be St Michael on earth.  I expect the brass buttons and…

Heroes: my first

The dead mink stares unseeing at me from the back of her armchair by the fire as I sit, quiet as a mouse, on the tapestry stool hidden just behind the solid winged arms.  Watching.  Listening.  She is the matriarch of our Irish family and today is Sunday.  Every Sunday various members of the family close and distant traipse through her drawing room to visit with the old battle axe.  She has a way with words that are as silken as they are incendiary devices, that slip silently into the synapses only to burn gently over the coming days until they explode with the full meaning of what my dear old granny actually meant. She does not tolerate fools, except for Ba-ba-ba-Bagott so I have heard others say.  God forbid you actually say that within her hearing.  It is from her that I learn what it means to live with…

PTS Embarrassing Moments Shared

EMDR is an interesting journey. Interesting in the super crappy sense.  Interesting in the “you could write a horror movie that Alfred Hitchcock would faint watching”, sense.  Interesting in the “Why me?” sense. It’s been a tough go.  First and worst is supposed to be the route, but my trauma was so complex from babyhood to age 15; multi-layered with intersecting slicing personalities inflicting deep injuries on my child psysche that left my poor therapist needing therapy.  I was a few months in and focused on healing.  Focused on not going back to the place with the shot gun and my toe wedged in the trigger wanting to just stop the motion picture show in my head. My happy place is my kids elementary school where I teach art.  I love this place.  I love children.  Love watching their genius unfold, see them find their voices and express their deepest…