Hi,
Have been lurking here for a while, reading, smiling at times (at the banter) and thinking “thats me/I do that” reading other's experiences, not to mention thinking “my struggle isnt so big as many”. Signed up to the other forum few months ago and they told me about this place. Not really posted much over there since.
Am a Brit, ex-mil, problems started on a Bosnia tour in early/mid 90s. No contacts on the tour, nor any other op tour have done apart so not sure if my problems are classed combat ptsd, wasn't physically injured, nor saw any colleagues killed or injured, but exposed to a shedload of extremely graphic aftermaths of I guess what they called ethnic cleansing (everything needs a label, right?). The nightmares and flashbacks I get centre on one event where I dream it is my kids in the scenario. Only ever had two waking flashbacks; oddly (or not) both times when surprised suddenly by groups of flies/maggots. Years of nightmares at different times, worst when going to sleep sober.
That's more than 99.9% of people in the offline world know of me, including lifelong mates, and thats how I want it to stay, nor do I want to talk about what happened further here or anywhere else. Quite common I guess.
Am also fixated (and I can see the irrationality of it, but hey) that similar will happen here some day and terrified for my kids that it will. Watching the news sometimes terrifies me (recently Syria etc) or get way too angry. I think I lost complete faith in all humanity on that tour, before it I think I was a complete carefree guy just up for a bit of party, travel, banter and military way of life. I've never seen cultures side by side hate to that level as did in Balkans, and that includes from NI. I PVRd asap after that tour and drifted between jobs but kept it all in for years since, whilst I self-medicated with way too much pot (cannabis), cocaine and ecstacy, but mainly alcohol. Alcohol and pot still used a lot today. Diagnosed and treated twice since with depression before getting a diagnosis of PTSD end of last year.
Now on my 1000th different type of medication from doc over last 10 yrs (latest being temazepam and duloxetine) and attended a shedload of CBT.
Never was an aggressive person, and am hoping no longer am (with maturity?) but had way too many bouts of self-inflicted violence since, by which I mean explosions of anger (at everything and nothing) where I'd purposely put myself in ridiculous situations where I would get (and deserve) a kicking, or whacking some poor guy for no reason or because he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Managed to keep in check around wife and children, but can get verbally aggressive for no real reason at random times around close mates/family. Sometimes fixated with the 'world owes me something, have some respect' to others in too many situations.
Wake a lot during the night and can be up usually at 3-4am, pacing a room with eyes likes saucers, like this morning. Not drunk, stoned or monged out on meds, but just buzzed.
I couldn't accept, or wouldn't accept there were PTSD issues, tried to convince self that only too many contacts in armed conflict (which had not experienced) caused it and was kind of embarrassed that I was just 'weak minded' and just needed to 'get a grip'. Again, not uncommon I guess though hopefully the guys and gals in Afghan and previously Iraq get better insight of potential problems than we did back in the day. Not sure even now if my problem is PTSD, but know everything changed on that tour and I definitely have/had since a big problem of something.
No real interest in anything. All house admin and 80% of raising kids has been her efforts. Pretty cold and numb to others. Don't really like physical contact. The general population outside front door at best I can ignore, at worst piss me off. Yeah life for mrs jibby is a blast! Love her to bits though, if not for her think I would be dead now (we met shortly after end of tour in Bosnia). I kept Bosnia from her until Dec last year, when I showed her a written piece I had done for my therapist (sanitised down). I don't know why I did. Have not wanted to discuss, talk or mention since and initially pissed off she was now tainted with it, and that she knew. Crap of me, but.
I'm going to be told I am losing my job of 9 years tomorrow, but with a pay off and wife being good with money have enough for rainy day to last a year of mortgage, bills etc but am gutted am letting wife down again (my fault losing job, poor mental health related).
Which brings me to current situation. My CBT is going ok, am on session 8, but can't get past the point where am going to talk about the scenes that are in, or cause, the nightmares. He has mentioned something about 'rewalking back through the scene' and having safe havens to go back to on the 'walk'. Has anyone tried this? Am convinced nothing is going to 'cure' me though and the therapist is not the problem, its me (sounds like some duff break up line! ).
Have been lurking here for a while, reading, smiling at times (at the banter) and thinking “thats me/I do that” reading other's experiences, not to mention thinking “my struggle isnt so big as many”. Signed up to the other forum few months ago and they told me about this place. Not really posted much over there since.
Am a Brit, ex-mil, problems started on a Bosnia tour in early/mid 90s. No contacts on the tour, nor any other op tour have done apart so not sure if my problems are classed combat ptsd, wasn't physically injured, nor saw any colleagues killed or injured, but exposed to a shedload of extremely graphic aftermaths of I guess what they called ethnic cleansing (everything needs a label, right?). The nightmares and flashbacks I get centre on one event where I dream it is my kids in the scenario. Only ever had two waking flashbacks; oddly (or not) both times when surprised suddenly by groups of flies/maggots. Years of nightmares at different times, worst when going to sleep sober.
That's more than 99.9% of people in the offline world know of me, including lifelong mates, and thats how I want it to stay, nor do I want to talk about what happened further here or anywhere else. Quite common I guess.
Am also fixated (and I can see the irrationality of it, but hey) that similar will happen here some day and terrified for my kids that it will. Watching the news sometimes terrifies me (recently Syria etc) or get way too angry. I think I lost complete faith in all humanity on that tour, before it I think I was a complete carefree guy just up for a bit of party, travel, banter and military way of life. I've never seen cultures side by side hate to that level as did in Balkans, and that includes from NI. I PVRd asap after that tour and drifted between jobs but kept it all in for years since, whilst I self-medicated with way too much pot (cannabis), cocaine and ecstacy, but mainly alcohol. Alcohol and pot still used a lot today. Diagnosed and treated twice since with depression before getting a diagnosis of PTSD end of last year.
Now on my 1000th different type of medication from doc over last 10 yrs (latest being temazepam and duloxetine) and attended a shedload of CBT.
Never was an aggressive person, and am hoping no longer am (with maturity?) but had way too many bouts of self-inflicted violence since, by which I mean explosions of anger (at everything and nothing) where I'd purposely put myself in ridiculous situations where I would get (and deserve) a kicking, or whacking some poor guy for no reason or because he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Managed to keep in check around wife and children, but can get verbally aggressive for no real reason at random times around close mates/family. Sometimes fixated with the 'world owes me something, have some respect' to others in too many situations.
Wake a lot during the night and can be up usually at 3-4am, pacing a room with eyes likes saucers, like this morning. Not drunk, stoned or monged out on meds, but just buzzed.
I couldn't accept, or wouldn't accept there were PTSD issues, tried to convince self that only too many contacts in armed conflict (which had not experienced) caused it and was kind of embarrassed that I was just 'weak minded' and just needed to 'get a grip'. Again, not uncommon I guess though hopefully the guys and gals in Afghan and previously Iraq get better insight of potential problems than we did back in the day. Not sure even now if my problem is PTSD, but know everything changed on that tour and I definitely have/had since a big problem of something.
No real interest in anything. All house admin and 80% of raising kids has been her efforts. Pretty cold and numb to others. Don't really like physical contact. The general population outside front door at best I can ignore, at worst piss me off. Yeah life for mrs jibby is a blast! Love her to bits though, if not for her think I would be dead now (we met shortly after end of tour in Bosnia). I kept Bosnia from her until Dec last year, when I showed her a written piece I had done for my therapist (sanitised down). I don't know why I did. Have not wanted to discuss, talk or mention since and initially pissed off she was now tainted with it, and that she knew. Crap of me, but.
I'm going to be told I am losing my job of 9 years tomorrow, but with a pay off and wife being good with money have enough for rainy day to last a year of mortgage, bills etc but am gutted am letting wife down again (my fault losing job, poor mental health related).
Which brings me to current situation. My CBT is going ok, am on session 8, but can't get past the point where am going to talk about the scenes that are in, or cause, the nightmares. He has mentioned something about 'rewalking back through the scene' and having safe havens to go back to on the 'walk'. Has anyone tried this? Am convinced nothing is going to 'cure' me though and the therapist is not the problem, its me (sounds like some duff break up line! ).