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.
I have made comments about mine in past posts. It isn't as bad as some, it is worse than in others. It is worse when it is co-morbid with something else going on. Everything you just said is accurate. When I know it is acting up, I schedule some time with a psychologist and work on it.
She claims a tornado is the root cause of all her problems. Well I'll trade her.
I have a couple of medals that were issued to me for "especially meritorious actions on behalf of his country." Those actions will remain a secret. I didn't get them for dating the general's daughter.
A couple of weeks after that, about 2 AM, a buddy ran off the road and was thrown out of his car. I went back to find him and was holding him when he died.
Years later, I was one of the only contractors on my contract that routinely went under the wire going to other bases to provide training and equipment to troops. I was in one vehicle that was the target of an IED that went off.
I was excercising one night, near "Z" lake for those that know of it. A mortar round went off in front of me, as the alarm sounded and I heard more. I realized they were walking my direction. I through myself faced down and rolled over. I prayed that it would be quick about the time the Anti-ballistic battery on Strawberry Hill picked off the one that would have hit me. There is luck, and then there is providence. My mind actually blotted this one and the next out until later when a counselor started asking.
Another time, I was on Camp Liberty when a mortar attack happened in daylight. One round, no warning. It hit right across a canal from me. It killed one guy outright and injured a couple of others. I felt helpless because I couldnt't get to them.
Then there is the one that bugs me because it makes me feel like a wimp. A big bomb went off in Baghdad. I didn't see it, but it pushed the door to my office closed from the pressure. It sounded like a garbage truck that picks up dumpsters. A giant clanging sound. On the other hand, when I get jumpy from hearing a garbage truck, I know it's time to talk to the counselor.