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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…

What is PTSD? #PTSDChat

Google it and you will find Wikipedia (that compendium that provides me with an opportunity to be an expert in sixty seconds flat, any subject …name it!) states that it is a MENTAL ILLNESS.  Right there is an enormous problem.  Not Mental Injury but “Illness”, ergo, contagious? Something that falls within the realm of physical medicine? Does it heck. I took a run at the Current and Ex-Presidents of the Ontario Psychological Association; they’re good enough to tolerate me from time to time.  I demanded (precocious army brat) that they support efforts to force DSM-5 to change Post Traumatic Stress DISORDER to Post Traumatic Stress INJURY.  It is after all, exactly that!  Dammit. {Pause for foot stamp.} Why is this important?  I wrote “whilst ‘Disorder’ might be valid for you doctor types for an individual who’s entire career is predicated on ‘tough’ (mind and body) it says they were born wrong.…

Cane Fields: the killing fields of my flashbacks

Sugar cane.  I hate the bloody stuff. Costa Rica and a bus full of happy, clappy tourists; my children are nervous-excited to be going on a boat tour up a crocodile infested river.  They are with their Mama whom they know would single handedly wrestle a crocodile to death if need be to protect them, so nervous-excited rather than scared.  I am staring at the fields of evil.  The tour guide whitters on about the harvest season.  I stare in blind horror at the fields of thick cane; there is a wilderness at the cane’s base which I know harbours snakes, rats and a violent death.  Macabre terrible death. Before the war I think the sugar cane fields were not a place you wandered into without a machete.  It’s where the boys went to find snakes and huge boa constrictors hid before sliding out to find its prey.   Really,…

Time to Change the TAPE on PTSD #PTSDChat

What if the reason there is so much STIGMA around PTSD is thanks to those of us who run around like Chicken Little screaming, “PTSD!  PTSD!  We’re all going to DIE!  I’m going to live in my dark basement for the rest of my life and only my dog can get me out!  PTSD!  PTSD!  We’re all going to DIE!” Have we done such a good job telling the world about the risks of this injury that it has become cemented in the psyche of the world that if you have PTSD you are going to live a miserable, isolated existence until one day you get up, find a strong beam and swing from it?  No wonder nobody wants to fess up to the symptoms!  Here’s something that has to make you stop and think.  USAF Psychiatrist William Sledge was shocked to discover that 61% of American aviator POWs in…