When I was a kid, we had a gentleman down the street who was
a Vietnam veteran. He was mean and
didn’t want us on his lawn. I
didn’t understand at the time. I
didn’t know what post-traumatic stress disorder was. After all, my father had been in the Navy just before I was
born in 1970. He was fine. He didn’t yell at the kids on the block or
stare incessantly at nothing.
As years passed, school taught me about war, but the only
tangible things we learned were dates, death tolls, and war heroes. We never learned about the thousand
yard stare, or the horrible price our soldiers paid to live afterward.
When I met my husband, he’d already been diagnosed with
PTSD from his time as a combat medic in Iraq, so instead of writing him off like I’d done in the past, I opened my
computer and typed in the words - and how very lucky we all are to have that
option. What I got in return was
an education on the human condition.
Throughout time, authors have written about PTSD though never uttered
the words. Homer wrote about it, Ajax
going mad under Athena’s spell then taking his own life. Lady Percy witnessed Hotspur’s
“terrible nightmares”, intrusive thoughts, and detachment after battle in
Shakespeare’s Henry IV. PTSD even
shows its head on the civilian side in Jane Austin in Anne speaking about Louisa having a nearly
fatal fall and never being quite the same afterward. PTSD has always been there, always a specter haunting the
aftermath of war.
Across the world and throughout history, the names have been
countless. Soldier’s Heart, Shell
Shock, Heimweh (German for homesick), Estar Roto (Spanish for to be broken),
Battle Fatigue. The Swiss called
it Nostalgia, the French, maladie du pays. Eventually, in the 1980s, doctors stopped tempering the
names with the belief it would go away with rest or time and they called it post-traumatic stress disorder or PTSD for short. Sadly, those who had it were
also called malingerers.
I, like so many others, was unaware but meeting and falling in
love with someone who suffered from PTSD was an eye opening experience. I learned so much, mostly that
education is the key. The more we
know about PTSD the easier it is to provide comfort, provide assistance, and
provide answers.
My husband and I spent a lot of time sitting on the porch in
the wee hours of the morning. He
smoked and talked. I
listened. I didn’t judge, I didn’t
offer “I understands”. I just
listened. His PTSD brings a lot of
hard days. We’ve progressed, but
it’s still an uphill battle. He
suffers periods of depression, anger, withdrawal from family, nightmares, and
hallucinations both visual and audible.
There are also many physical issues such as unexplainable pain, pseudo-seizures,
loss of concentration, and stomach problems.
Eventually, my desire to know everything about PTSD led me
to Courage Beyond. I found helpful
information about treatments, symptoms, support groups, but most importantly, I
found others. Others who’d made it
or those who were still walking the same path I was but moving forward. It was like the beacon I’d been trying
to follow, the one that had gone on and off for so long, finally stayed lit.
Not too long ago, my husband asked me to help him die. He said he couldn’t live like this
anymore. We’d had a high stress
day, or maybe it was an anniversary he’d not shared. It wasn’t the first time,
and I know it won’t be the last, but I’m also hearing it less and less as time
passes and we learn the ropes of dealing with post-traumatic stress disorder. I’m not sure how many spouses have
heard this request from their loved one, but I know I am not the only one. I am also thankful that he says the
words instead of keeping them to himself.
He’s found a way to reach out.
Unfortunately, our loved ones cannot always find the
strength to reach out to us. They
fear judgment. They fear causing
burden, and sadness. In their mind
they may decide the family is better off without them. Families likewise may suppress their
feelings or go into autopilot. Relationships diminish slowly but steadily when this
happens. This is where Courage
Beyond comes in. We offer that
anonymous hand, the one without strings or worries of causing pain. We’re there for the entire family
providing online counseling, a crisis line, a community of others who’ve been
there, and one-on-one sessions with doctors all over the United States. We are a safe place to share your
struggles and talk to others who’ve been through it.
Through our blogs and audio interviews, we offer stories of
those who are coping with PTSD or the rigors military life. Our online support groups are available
every week and can be found on our website CourageBeyond.org. We also provide free of charge one on
one counseling to any service member, veteran, family member, or loved one in
crisis. Our focus is to keep those
who are coping with the invisible wounds of war from falling through the
cracks.
Through vigilance we can all learn to recognize the
signs. If you or someone you know
is in crisis please call 866.781.8010.
We can help find strength beyond the battlefield.