TDurden1937
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Not really . . . maybe its because they are first generation Norwegans lol
Nope . . . my inlays are the types that can't understand anything they can't see or touch. My other side of the family are all dead except a couple who I don't think understand either despite them having there share of troubles.
It's taken me 5 years to get my wife to get even a glimmer of an idea how debilitating 100% PTST rating is, plus a GAF of between 42 - 45. That's almost to the point of institutionalization . . . scary. I am debilitated.
One comment by my wife was "It's hard to imagine because you look so normal." Well, ya. I have all my body parts but I can't sleep, I got to put a lock on my rages and anger so i don't put another hole in the wall, or tear another door off the hinges, or destroy another $2000 computer, or another piece of furniture. And gee, wish I had at least one friend in this world beside Christ . . . well, guess he is not of this world is he. I wish I could leave the house. Wish I could get rid of the drugs that keep my head together and be a "normal" Norman. Wish I hadn't got divorced five times. Wish my brain functioned well enough that I could go out and contribute in a cause to help someone. I can't even remember to keep my appointments with my Doctor and shrink.
Well, maybe I wrote a bit more than I had to. My apologies if I have.
Best regards to all of you, Doug
Nope . . . my inlays are the types that can't understand anything they can't see or touch. My other side of the family are all dead except a couple who I don't think understand either despite them having there share of troubles.
It's taken me 5 years to get my wife to get even a glimmer of an idea how debilitating 100% PTST rating is, plus a GAF of between 42 - 45. That's almost to the point of institutionalization . . . scary. I am debilitated.
One comment by my wife was "It's hard to imagine because you look so normal." Well, ya. I have all my body parts but I can't sleep, I got to put a lock on my rages and anger so i don't put another hole in the wall, or tear another door off the hinges, or destroy another $2000 computer, or another piece of furniture. And gee, wish I had at least one friend in this world beside Christ . . . well, guess he is not of this world is he. I wish I could leave the house. Wish I could get rid of the drugs that keep my head together and be a "normal" Norman. Wish I hadn't got divorced five times. Wish my brain functioned well enough that I could go out and contribute in a cause to help someone. I can't even remember to keep my appointments with my Doctor and shrink.
Well, maybe I wrote a bit more than I had to. My apologies if I have.
Best regards to all of you, Doug