Went to my first session again last week. This is private healthcare now, they make me pay. Kind of weird, they sent me there, screwed me up and now they charge me. Welcome to capitalism.
Besides that, it was a total relieve. Instead of this military style, no fuss, barracks setting I entered this pretty clean place with a great view over the city. I took a few beers before I went, maybe not the best idea but it makes it easier for me to speak. For the first time in 3 years I didnt feel completely fckd up because I had to go and see them......
We have this war trauma center down here, its run by jews. I think it opened right after our boys came back from lebanon. To every man his religion but please do not stuff it up my face. A leftover from the war I guess. I never understood what they where fighting about, they spoke the same language, they looked alike and even ate the same crappy food. Their only difference was what they believed in. The little shit villages where hardly worth dying for.
Thinking about saltys words, ill probably offend someone. This jewish center had a guy with the keppie and the curls, he was the shrink. Apart from the unfriendly environement they had this poster wall. One of the posters offert vets money if they would agree to experimental therapy. Frigging electro shocks on the brain. I ran man, thats no place I want to hang out. The place, the shrink just gave me the creeps. In my mind I saw him with his hand drill, me strapped to a table trying to put some more holes in my head. In my case I need to be able to trust someone to open up. He gave me the opposite, very warm welcome, holding my hands a little to long and being to friendly. I guess I was right, when I told him I needed to overthink things he got annoyed and cancelled future appointments. I guess that sensitivity is also something you learn in war, who is a threath and whom isnt. I became a pretty good judge by just looking at their faces.