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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…

BOUNDARIES #PTSDChat

“What are Boundaries?” I’m sitting in Eileen’s consultation room, her comfy sofa with tissue box close to hand and ubiquitous bottle of water to refill the my ever ready tear ducts.  We had been talking about a friendship I had with a Mum from my children’s school.  That “friend” had taken my phone, read through all my texts, deleted some and seemed to feel entitled to do so (her husband and I were also good friends, I had helped with a fundraiser which clearly had not sat well with her).  I had no reason to doubt her right to do as she did until Eileen patiently explained what a “boundary” was. The concept of “boundary” is still an alien one to me, but I have learnt a wee mantra to help me with it. Would I do it/say it? Does it make me feel safe? Where do I feel this…

Dear Friend: the truth about PTSD & life thereafter

Dear Friend So much of what you say and are doing right now is a memory of mine.  Even your weight loss: I dropped from time to time to skeleton; when I couldn’t control anything else in my life I could control what I ate, or more precisely, what I didn’t eat.  That will never change.  When I am stressed I can no more eat than develop a diplomatic filter: ain’t gonna happen no matter how much time those around me spend on their knees praying for it. I am “fixed”.  Does that mean I am free of this injury? Ah jeez, that only happens in Disney and even there Bambi’s Mum got killed.  Reality seeps in even when we try our best to ignore it. I turned to the ever patient and kind Dr Jonathan Douglas (aka POTOPA) for a referral to a trauma specialist with an extremely  strong…