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Corrections Officer Portrait

We met through a relation of his. Kate, he said, you’re going to get on great with … Why? Because you’re just as much of a … Kind of kidding.  And really kind of not. What does a career in Corrections do to you?  Do you come out of the end of it and see the world as a Disney paradise?  Yes.  Yes of course you do.  Just like ANTIFA are all about peace, love and acceptance of all races. Oops. Danno is a man who fights the demons of his experience.  I often lose my shit when I read one more ignorant article on “segregation”.  I would very much like to put every single (so called) journalist into the general population of a prison with one of those they have adamantly “fought” to be put… in the general population. Good luck you idiot journalist.  Do you really think corrections…

Life After PTSD

One of the things I noticed in the world of mental health advocacy is that maintaining relevancy for the cause, apparently, requires us to remain broken. Broken?  The same cop stands up and tells the same story: it happened 15 years ago and in that time he’s had 100’s of hours of counseling but it still keeps him locked.  Trapped?  His service dog is still a crutch he needs to be in public or to speak.  The PTSD/Depression/Addictions/MH Whatever book is released and suddenly a trip back to the emergency is on the cards, with full social media fanfare.  The veteran angrily defends his right to be, well, angry.  The stereotypes dance and my brain rejects the entire display. As I watched the dance and listened to the babble of the broken, I began to realize that once somebody has stepped onto the Mental Health wheel of fortune it is…

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…

#PTSDChat TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS

How do you know that you are in a TOXIC RELATIONSHIP? ANY relationship: friend, family, lover, spouse, child, parent… There is a very simple test I use and it is this: do I feel better for being with this person or am I really grateful when they leave or I get to escape? I do a body check.  I know what stress feels like in my body, something that has become incredibly important for me as stress floors me physically, at 46 I can no longer tolerate the nuclear doses of stress hormones my body releases at the first flick of the stress switch.  If I feel that I have anxiety around the person, I have one of two choices: first off I ask, can I simply moonwalk away without being noticed?; if not then, I do the distract and dash. Clearly the moonwalk out the back door without being…