desiderata310
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Well.
ok.
I've been wrestling with the service dog/ "disability" issue and my anxiety surrounding all of it. No offense to anyone but I really thought when I started down this road last year that I was going to be done with therapy in a couple of months and I'd be all better.
No dice.
I also thought this would be transient and would go away after a while.
Not so true.
I started to get the impression, based off my therapists enthusiastic urgings (and I mean he's pushing me hard EVERY session to get a SD. HUGE advocate of the idea) that PTSD is something that is going to be with me forever.
It's the Herpes of the therapy world. yay.
Sorry folks, this has not really been easy...
In his defense, his dog being PRESENT in therapy has made a HUGE difference in how I fare. The dog has helped with grounding. We've both noticed the difference. I have to admit that I have wished on more than one occasion that I could take the dog with me.
I've ASKED my therapist what his opinion was about my PTSD being a "disability" because of my reticence to be labeled and take on a therapeutic device that I don't really need. His response was...ambiguous. Frustratingly so. And for the last few weeks I have vacillated between hyper enthusiasm at the prospect of getting a SD and anxiety over what that means about me. I joined a listserv of folks with SD's for psychiatric disabilities. One thing that got me was that most of these folks (about 90% were PTSD) were talking about this in terms of it being a disability, multiple generations of SD's and it hit me that this ISN'T going to ever go away. What my therapist seems to be telling me without saying it is that the best I can expect is to get better at dealing with my symptoms.
Sobering.
When my therapist texted me one day in response to the fact that I cant get VW assistance, his response was "Guess you're stuck with me" He's known this for a long time. I've been trying to push through therapy so I could be done and umm... turns out this is more of a marathon and not a sprint.
It's why I pushed myself to tell him things I wasn't ready to tell him. It's why I did a lot of stupid things in therapy this year.
So, I can be somewhat obsessive about researching something when I am looking for a clear answer.
I've been looking for an answer to what would make me "disabled" with PTSD according to ADA. I want to understand. I wanted it to say that there markers. I wanted to read something, point to it and go, 'oh I am not THAT bad'. I TOTALLY don't fit that criterium. I'm good!
I know that my PTSD is a bitch. It doesn't let me forget it's there. I get relief from it when I road bike for hours or go for a long run. When I do a long swim... but the rest of the time not so much.
I found this site which.. makes me feel better and worse about all of this.
http://toolkit.vets.syr.edu/wp-cont...TSD-and-the-Americans-with-Disability-Act.pdf
"However, according to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC), the individualized assessment of virtually all people with PTSD will result in a determination of disability under the ADA; given its inherent nature, PTSD will almost always be found to substantially limit the major life activity of brain function (EEOC Regulations . . . , 2011)."
umm. ouch. and.. yay? Wow. What a mixed bag. I'm honestly sitting here bawling my eyes out. There's a part of me that is slightly relieved and at the same time I am devastated.
I don't tend to think of myself as "substantially limited" but then I try to go into a store, or eat at a restaurant, or have a conversation with a really tall and growly male, someone stands in the doorway of my office, things get too noisy, etc. I went out today and tried to do some light shopping in a very UNCROWDED store and within less than 5 minutes I was already well into a panic attack.
My therapist asked me recently if my anxiety, etc, was worse because of therapy or better or what. On reflection, no. I'm just more honest about how I am actually doing instead of pushing myself to the point of collapse or self harm. I tell him about it as it's happening. I must have texted him a dozen times while I was at the conference for support. Before I would have just tried to suck it up, drank heavily, and cried myself to sleep trying to figure out why I was such a big baby. Probably would have cut anyway and dealt with the suicidal ideation for weeks after while my brain tried to regain some sort of stability. Now, I acknowledge that I'm actually having panic attacks and that my stress level is directly related to my self harm and suicidal ideation. *the more you know!*
So.. I guess, welcome to the wonderful world of PTSD, Desiderata. It's like the Hotel California. I can check out any time I like but I can't leave.
I guess my mantra of "suck it up, Buttercup" needs to take on a slightly different tone. Recovery means something different to me now.
ok.
I've been wrestling with the service dog/ "disability" issue and my anxiety surrounding all of it. No offense to anyone but I really thought when I started down this road last year that I was going to be done with therapy in a couple of months and I'd be all better.
No dice.
I also thought this would be transient and would go away after a while.
Not so true.
I started to get the impression, based off my therapists enthusiastic urgings (and I mean he's pushing me hard EVERY session to get a SD. HUGE advocate of the idea) that PTSD is something that is going to be with me forever.
It's the Herpes of the therapy world. yay.
Sorry folks, this has not really been easy...
In his defense, his dog being PRESENT in therapy has made a HUGE difference in how I fare. The dog has helped with grounding. We've both noticed the difference. I have to admit that I have wished on more than one occasion that I could take the dog with me.
I've ASKED my therapist what his opinion was about my PTSD being a "disability" because of my reticence to be labeled and take on a therapeutic device that I don't really need. His response was...ambiguous. Frustratingly so. And for the last few weeks I have vacillated between hyper enthusiasm at the prospect of getting a SD and anxiety over what that means about me. I joined a listserv of folks with SD's for psychiatric disabilities. One thing that got me was that most of these folks (about 90% were PTSD) were talking about this in terms of it being a disability, multiple generations of SD's and it hit me that this ISN'T going to ever go away. What my therapist seems to be telling me without saying it is that the best I can expect is to get better at dealing with my symptoms.
Sobering.
When my therapist texted me one day in response to the fact that I cant get VW assistance, his response was "Guess you're stuck with me" He's known this for a long time. I've been trying to push through therapy so I could be done and umm... turns out this is more of a marathon and not a sprint.
It's why I pushed myself to tell him things I wasn't ready to tell him. It's why I did a lot of stupid things in therapy this year.
So, I can be somewhat obsessive about researching something when I am looking for a clear answer.
I've been looking for an answer to what would make me "disabled" with PTSD according to ADA. I want to understand. I wanted it to say that there markers. I wanted to read something, point to it and go, 'oh I am not THAT bad'. I TOTALLY don't fit that criterium. I'm good!
I know that my PTSD is a bitch. It doesn't let me forget it's there. I get relief from it when I road bike for hours or go for a long run. When I do a long swim... but the rest of the time not so much.
I found this site which.. makes me feel better and worse about all of this.
http://toolkit.vets.syr.edu/wp-cont...TSD-and-the-Americans-with-Disability-Act.pdf
"However, according to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC), the individualized assessment of virtually all people with PTSD will result in a determination of disability under the ADA; given its inherent nature, PTSD will almost always be found to substantially limit the major life activity of brain function (EEOC Regulations . . . , 2011)."
umm. ouch. and.. yay? Wow. What a mixed bag. I'm honestly sitting here bawling my eyes out. There's a part of me that is slightly relieved and at the same time I am devastated.
I don't tend to think of myself as "substantially limited" but then I try to go into a store, or eat at a restaurant, or have a conversation with a really tall and growly male, someone stands in the doorway of my office, things get too noisy, etc. I went out today and tried to do some light shopping in a very UNCROWDED store and within less than 5 minutes I was already well into a panic attack.
My therapist asked me recently if my anxiety, etc, was worse because of therapy or better or what. On reflection, no. I'm just more honest about how I am actually doing instead of pushing myself to the point of collapse or self harm. I tell him about it as it's happening. I must have texted him a dozen times while I was at the conference for support. Before I would have just tried to suck it up, drank heavily, and cried myself to sleep trying to figure out why I was such a big baby. Probably would have cut anyway and dealt with the suicidal ideation for weeks after while my brain tried to regain some sort of stability. Now, I acknowledge that I'm actually having panic attacks and that my stress level is directly related to my self harm and suicidal ideation. *the more you know!*
So.. I guess, welcome to the wonderful world of PTSD, Desiderata. It's like the Hotel California. I can check out any time I like but I can't leave.
I guess my mantra of "suck it up, Buttercup" needs to take on a slightly different tone. Recovery means something different to me now.
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