Amber reminds us of her PTSD

[BannedFromDU]

Lady Freedom Returns (6,302 posts)

PTSD STINKS!!!!
I was down at the U of A Stadium this Saturday, enjoying the activities going on outside. I was not ready for what I heard coming from the Stadium. Sirens, the kind that reminded me of Tornado Sirens. I had a wee bit of a breakdown.

A week earlier I was at the Ronstadt Transit Center and someone dropped a jar of something from their groceries. The sound of breaking glass reminded me of hearing the windows busting.

And you know the people around you have no clue why you are breaking out in a sweet and shaking like it is below zero. They have no idea what is going on ( and I hope they never have to get first hand understanding) or what they could do to help. Some ask in hopes to help, but there really is nothing they can do.

PTSD SUCKS!!!!!!

By which I assume she means Pathetic Tucson Sucker of Dicks


Amber, PTSD is for people who have experienced more than a tornado.

I bet the rattle of coins in your cup is the sweetest music you ever heard, right?

[Mike220]

Yeah. Not buying it. Go home Amber. Let your sisters take care of you. They can arrange a nice warm bed with all the anti-psychotics you could want.

[Carl]

Three words Amber...**** you poser 

[Chris_]

Flake.

[Traveshamockery]

By which I assume she means Pathetic Tucson Sucker of Dicks


Amber, PTSD is for people who have experienced more than a tornado.

I bet the rattle of coins in your cup is the sweetest music you ever heard, right?

Your definition of PTSD is brilliant! 

[dane]

Oh, good grief!

Response to Lady Freedom Returns (Original post)
Mon Nov 25, 2013, 05:22 PM
 panader0 (10,125 posts)

3. Hang in there LFR.
I wish I had a better vehicle. I'd come to Tucson (I live in Sierra Vista) and take you to lunch.

She must feel *some* degree of guilt for claiming PTSD for her one little tornado when there are so many who have actually suffered actual trauma.  What a poser!

[Tess Anderson]

She has mental problems for sure, and she had them long before that tornado.  It sure didn't keep her from running to the library and posting at the DUmp, but this lounge thread:

http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018523004

makes me wonder if she's not flipping again and wanting to return to Joplin.

[JohnnyReb]

PTSD: in Amber's case "Post Tucson Silly Dithering".

[BannedFromDU]

     She must have a grand mal seizure every time she farts.

[JohnnyReb]

     She must have a grand mal seizure every time she farts.

Well duh.....it deflates her brain.

[zeitgeist]

Chief Whitecloud better watch out if he ever drops a quarter in that flop house vibrating bed. Who knows what it might trigger.

 

[BannedFromDU]

Chief Whitecloud better watch out if he ever drops a quarter in that flop house vibrating bed. Who knows what it might trigger.

 

     Actually, that's probably what he has to do to induce an outcome for himself.

[Dori]

Oh, good grief!

She must feel *some* degree of guilt for claiming PTSD for her one little tornado when there are so many who have actually suffered actual trauma.  What a poser!

Well in all fairness, it was an EF5.  Killed a couple hundred people and wiped out one third of the town, leveling 7,000 structures.

But I agree with CR, her issues started before the tornado.

[BannedFromDU]

Well in all fairness, it was an EF5.  Killed a couple hundred people and wiped out one third of the town, leveling 7,000 structures.

A terrible time in American history that tested the nerves of all, as evidenced by Lord Zero's bearing at the time those poor people were dying:

[Freeper]

A terrible time in American history that tested the nerves of all, as evidenced by Lord Zero's bearing at the time those poor people were dying:

It was a toast to the fallen.

[freedumb2003b]

By which I assume she means Pathetic Tucson Sucker of Dicks


Amber, PTSD is for people who have experienced more than a tornado.

I bet the rattle of coins in your cup is the sweetest music you ever heard, right?

Dayum!  I shouldda rode being 3 miles from the Northridge Quake epicenter (picture being inside a jackhammer) to the freaking pity bank!!!  My wife even more so.  We had to send her to relatives in another state for 2 weeks since every tiny rumble (like trucks going by) made her jump out of her skin (me, too, but I could get back to sleep).

It never occurred to us it was PTSD.  We just figured it was "Earthquake just happened and it might happen again."  After about 2 or 3 months we able to sleep OK.

Note: You might recall the aerial shots of a building that looked like a shoebox with a crack down the middle.  That was across the street from me.
 

[Skul]

An EF5 is nothing compared to the spin the DUmpmonkies and DUmboRATS, are foisting on the American public.

[NHSparky]

Amber...a word, if I may:

Here's a few of the things I've been through in my brief turn on this planet:

--When I was 12, my house burned down.  I WAS IN IT when I started.  My mother and I had to walk in bare feet (literally) 200 yards to my next door neighbor and beat on the door to get the neighbors up to call the fire department.

--On my first boat (that's "submarine" for those of you who don't know any better) we ended up snagging something that dragged us down.  Think going through 700 feet with a 20-degree down angle, the Chief of The Watch can't get the Trim Pump started, and the throttleman isn't getting any response on the backing bell ordered.

--A few months later, we're out on an exercise (PACEX '89) and while at 400 feet, doing 10 degree rolls (HIGHLY unusual.)  The OOD thinks it's a good idea to come to PD to get a fix.  We get to 150 feet and are doing 40 degree rolls.  Despite this, someone thought it would be a good idea to continue to PD.  The CO falls (literally) into Control and tells the OOD to get the boat back to 400 feet.  Meanwhile, pretty much everyone who had lunch long since lost it, if they didn't hear what sounded very much like the fairwater planes about to be snapped off.

--I got to pick the brains, skull, etc. of one of my shipmates off the hull of that same boat about a year later, when he decided he'd had enough and blew his brains out while on watch.  The XO's comment was, "Get this mess hosed off before sunrise!"  The CO's comment was, "Good thing we won't have to paint over it."

--I, along with many of my shipmates, got to go through a no-shit, honest-to-****ing-God SUPER Typhoon (Google Omar 1992) before it hit Guam.  We also got to clean up afterwards.  That's how I got my Humanitarian Medal, in case you were wondering.

--I got a phone call from my mother at 2 am one morning telling me my sister was dead, out of the blue.  I got to plan the funeral.

--A couple of years ago, I was working 80-hour weeks, going through the middle of a nasty divorce, and coping with the imminent loss of my father from lung cancer, who I got to fly 3000 miles to memorialize a week before Christmas.

So to you DUmmies I say:

BRING IT ON, MOTHER****ERS!!!!

[GOBUCKS]

And you know the people around you have no clue why you are breaking out in a sweet

I'm sure Amber smells awful anyway. I'd hate to be around when she breaks out in a "sweet".

The Ronstadt Transit Center is the downtown bus station where bums and winos hang out in Tucson. Amber feels at home there.

Rio Nuevo manager Greg Shelko said perceptions about crime are one reason why more retailers haven’t located downtown.

“We have to prove that it’s safe here,” Shelko said recently.

Maggie Golston, founder of Biblio, said last year that social ills around the bookstore’s East Congress location were one reason she closed.

The store sat across the street from the Ronstadt Transit Center, the hub for Sun Tran buses and a hangout for the homeless and others downtown. Crowds make it a hot spot for violent crime, police said.

[Big Dog]

Wasn't Amber in the hospital, after being thrown from a moving car by a John, or something?

Her stories are starting to get tangled together.

[NHSparky]

Wasn't Amber in the hospital, after being thrown from a moving car by a John, or something?

Her stories are starting to get tangled together.

Not as tangled or nasty as her hair after not washing for a few weeks.

[Ptarmigan]

What a whiner! 

[redwhit]

You'd never guess it from the stories over at DU and across the net but PTSD is an actual thing and what she's describing ain't it.  What's appalling is people deciding they have PTSD and then milking it for all it's worth 'cause all that does is make every thinking person believe PTSD is another bullshit excuse.  Not only is PTSD real, it's very treatable when approached with discipline, honesty, and a willingness to do hard work along with a qualified counselor.

Guess I just lost my patience with someone who's making everyone's life harder.

[delilahmused]

I've never known anybody who had PTSD from a tornado. These people look for ways to have a mental illness.

Cindie

[freedumb2003b]

Amber...a word, if I may:

Here's a few of the things I've been through in my brief turn on this planet:

--When I was 12, my house burned down.  I WAS IN IT when I started.  My mother and I had to walk in bare feet (literally) 200 yards to my next door neighbor and beat on the door to get the neighbors up to call the fire department.

--On my first boat (that's "submarine" for those of you who don't know any better) we ended up snagging something that dragged us down.  Think going through 700 feet with a 20-degree down angle, the Chief of The Watch can't get the Trim Pump started, and the throttleman isn't getting any response on the backing bell ordered.

--A few months later, we're out on an exercise (PACEX '89) and while at 400 feet, doing 10 degree rolls (HIGHLY unusual.)  The OOD thinks it's a good idea to come to PD to get a fix.  We get to 150 feet and are doing 40 degree rolls.  Despite this, someone thought it would be a good idea to continue to PD.  The CO falls (literally) into Control and tells the OOD to get the boat back to 400 feet.  Meanwhile, pretty much everyone who had lunch long since lost it, if they didn't hear what sounded very much like the fairwater planes about to be snapped off.

--I got to pick the brains, skull, etc. of one of my shipmates off the hull of that same boat about a year later, when he decided he'd had enough and blew his brains out while on watch.  The XO's comment was, "Get this mess hosed off before sunrise!"  The CO's comment was, "Good thing we won't have to paint over it."

--I, along with many of my shipmates, got to go through a no-shit, honest-to-****ing-God SUPER Typhoon (Google Omar 1992) before it hit Guam.  We also got to clean up afterwards.  That's how I got my Humanitarian Medal, in case you were wondering.

--I got a phone call from my mother at 2 am one morning telling me my sister was dead, out of the blue.  I got to plan the funeral.

--A couple of years ago, I was working 80-hour weeks, going through the middle of a nasty divorce, and coping with the imminent loss of my father from lung cancer, who I got to fly 3000 miles to memorialize a week before Christmas.

So to you DUmmies I say:

BRING IT ON, MOTHER****ERS!!!!

Dude --

You have had the worst run of bad luck I have read/seen/heard.

The fact you remain upbeat and optimistic is the death-toll for "progressives" who whine and scream PTSD (and taxpayer-subsidized housing, meds, etc.).  

But if I was any of them I would kill myself.

The fact they live is an indictment of the straw "values" they have.