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2017 Remembrance Day Veteran’s Day Connections Giveaway

Every year I try to do something, a small gesture of gratitude, for those who have given all for their country, for others.  This is a particularly significant time of the year for me; it often cripples me such that I find it hard to communicate much for the week after, this year was no different and in some ways, worse. My idea this year was to change the narrative on trauma and survival.  Rather than asking others to tell their stories of horror and trauma, I asked to hear stories of survival and reconnecting. Isolation and alienation are the two most dangerous feelings in the world. They are, I believe, at the root of mass shootings, suicides, a lot of mental health issues and auto-immune challenges. I was going to have one “winner”.  The stories of courage, strength, survival I received left me floored, literally: I may have fainted…

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…

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…