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TRIGGER WARNING What happens when all we see is RACE and HATE? #PTSDChat

She was screaming with blood streaming down her little frame, her nanny running towards the barracks at the border post calling for help in shona, her beautiful dark skin now grey, covered in the small red head’s blood that was congealing to a dark black smudge under the hot sun.  They went back to find what was left of the “garden boys” who had defended the little white girl from the machetes.  Her little bicycle was also found.  I didn’t see my sister much after that, they sent her to boarding school in Salisbury where she lived out the rest of the war separated from my brother and I who remained on the coffee estate that straddled the Mozambique Rhodesian border.  The year was 1972. When I was frightened it was big dark hands that picked me up and took me to a quiet shady spot, distracted and played with…

What's going on with Kate? #PTSDChat

Please note this is not about any one person in my life or experience; what I give here in the 8 things that are going on could be any person with PTSD.  Pick a number.  Dr Jonathan Douglas has been super kind to add some words of wisdom on the first point: if you have PTSD or somebody you love with this brain injury, it’s worth the time it takes to read and think about what he says. In the last few weeks I have been called a “racist” about 17 times on average before breakfast.  A few death threats before lunch and well, ain’t life grand?  Worst of all, I find a delicious enjoyment from poking that dangerous viper’s nest.  I was called a “racist c*nt” this morning for a post on Obama effectively painting a target on cops backs over the last 8 years, a normal person…

Huffington Post UK : EPIC Fail on PTSD Euthanasia Story

“Netherlands Sex Abuse Victim with ‘Incurable’ PTSD Allowed to Die By Euthanasia” I read it and the tears streamed down my face unwanted and unbidden. The day before my friendship with somebody I have cared for, supported and loved dearly ended.  A first responder with PTSD, who a month earlier had told me of suicide plans.  A month had gone by, each day I’d woken up with the same thought – is today the day I lose my friend?  Others would have simply hit 911, or dropped a dime as the phrase goes; but I know that the moment you do that your friendship is over, trust gone and unless there is support ready to step in all that does is delay the inevitable.  Even knowing for a month how things would end, it burned and it burns.  If that support is in place, and you’ve taken steps to ensure…

Growth MindSet : WTF? #PTSDChat

Rebecca and I are going to launch a fun PTSD Challenge: spoiler alert! I have chatted to a few friends about this, and one, laughed saying, I know which one you are, Katie dear.  “You’re a Honey Badger!”  See this to understand. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg&sns=em I showed my kids the less expletive (swearing/cussing) version of this and they both said, “Mama you’re a honey badger.” Made me stop and think. Often times I march into a conversation and slap harder than I think I’m slapping, those that are getting this whole PTSD thing upside down and arse about face (in my opinion).  It often shocks me that I upset the apple cart quite as much as I do.  There are times that I very much want full impact and explosion – but that’s directed at institutions not individuals!  Most recently I had what I thought was a philosophical discussion on whether…