FragileGlass
Silver Member
I decided to try this method of unleashing my confusion to the masses. Like the title states, all my confusion centers around my diagnosis, however, the further I read into PTSD and ASD the more confused I get by the traumas that leave me awake at night versus the ones that should and don’t.
Working on the hospital emergency unit security team, I have seen far too many stories, eventually they start blending in to one another. Most are just typical days at work and I walk it off with no problems. When I say typical, would leave many with eyes wide open. My atypical shifts go far beyond eye opening.
Sadly, to date, I have moved countless bodies from barely five minutes old to the amazing celebrated age of 108 and everything in between.
I have suffered many moral injuries in the capacity of intervening during spousal domestic abuse, having to firmly control and manage families overcome and crushed by tragedy, I’ve had perpetrators and victims in the same unit at the same time, I’ve had information that could help cases be closed, bound by legal and patient confidentiality, my hands were tied. I’ve had to scare people into compliance and I’ve injured people, my most recent incident, injured me pretty badly, while I was not blamed. The patient also died 4 days after that violent interaction between him and I.
I’ve carefully waved batons to the air, giving clearance while marking the landing zone for an incoming LifeFlight team. I’m with the LifeFlight crew from the moment they touch down and take off again. I’ve watched far too many little ones take their first flight in helicopters barely only an hour old. Nothing implodes the soul more than watching an incubator make its way to a roaring helicopter. Instantly that sadness turns to vigilance again as you clear the chopper and control the helipad and surrounding zone for take off. That surreal adrenaline mood swing is something frightful.
Of the hundreds of stories I have been a part of, there are six that left permanent damaging marks but three of them technically don’t fall under the PTSD guidline, but have significant impact on me emotionally and physically in every capacity, the other three, do fall into the PTSD guideline, however I feel like they have the least impact on me.
I now have the seventh incident with long term potential but because it’s only recent it falls under Acute Stress Disorder and may not make it to the PTSD hall of fame depending on the emotional work I put in over the next year regarding it.
I am frustrated with my psychologist because we spend an awful lot of time discussing my emotions over the three actual PTSD qualifiers, little conversation on the three non-PTSD qualifying events that actually leave me panicking most days and actually trigger me at work frequently causing adverse effects to job performance. Touching only a little on the most recent event which I fear may become the most debilitating of all of them. If I don’t handle get a handle on it properly.
That’s my story so far...... sticking to it.
Working on the hospital emergency unit security team, I have seen far too many stories, eventually they start blending in to one another. Most are just typical days at work and I walk it off with no problems. When I say typical, would leave many with eyes wide open. My atypical shifts go far beyond eye opening.
Sadly, to date, I have moved countless bodies from barely five minutes old to the amazing celebrated age of 108 and everything in between.
I have suffered many moral injuries in the capacity of intervening during spousal domestic abuse, having to firmly control and manage families overcome and crushed by tragedy, I’ve had perpetrators and victims in the same unit at the same time, I’ve had information that could help cases be closed, bound by legal and patient confidentiality, my hands were tied. I’ve had to scare people into compliance and I’ve injured people, my most recent incident, injured me pretty badly, while I was not blamed. The patient also died 4 days after that violent interaction between him and I.
I’ve carefully waved batons to the air, giving clearance while marking the landing zone for an incoming LifeFlight team. I’m with the LifeFlight crew from the moment they touch down and take off again. I’ve watched far too many little ones take their first flight in helicopters barely only an hour old. Nothing implodes the soul more than watching an incubator make its way to a roaring helicopter. Instantly that sadness turns to vigilance again as you clear the chopper and control the helipad and surrounding zone for take off. That surreal adrenaline mood swing is something frightful.
Of the hundreds of stories I have been a part of, there are six that left permanent damaging marks but three of them technically don’t fall under the PTSD guidline, but have significant impact on me emotionally and physically in every capacity, the other three, do fall into the PTSD guideline, however I feel like they have the least impact on me.
I now have the seventh incident with long term potential but because it’s only recent it falls under Acute Stress Disorder and may not make it to the PTSD hall of fame depending on the emotional work I put in over the next year regarding it.
I am frustrated with my psychologist because we spend an awful lot of time discussing my emotions over the three actual PTSD qualifiers, little conversation on the three non-PTSD qualifying events that actually leave me panicking most days and actually trigger me at work frequently causing adverse effects to job performance. Touching only a little on the most recent event which I fear may become the most debilitating of all of them. If I don’t handle get a handle on it properly.
That’s my story so far...... sticking to it.