Jar and Sarg, you know it's revelations like this from you old crusty guys that really give me hope!
Seriously, this isn't curable (that we know of yet) it just a gift that keeps on giving that I would love to give it back...
I can remember life pre-PTSD and I frequently forget that back then I had good days, but some days I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Then enter the Beast. With the Beast, all the bad stuff is amplified. Bad moods are Worse Moods and it takes me a lot of work to keep aware of what is happening with me at any given moment.
In the book Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell postulates that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become a master of a task. At 2,080 hours in a U.S. work year, that's 4.8 years — of practicing a task eight hours a day — It didn’t feel like that to me when learning a sport as a kid. That stuff seemed to just come naturally to me. Of course there was practice, but certainly I certainly didn’t rack up 10,000 hours each in baseball, basketball, and football by the end of high school.
However, I certainly racked up those hours in the military and I don’t think it is coincidence that it takes 3-5 years to complete the apprenticeship of my other chosen career, architecture.
So, what I’m trying to say is that we all have a heaping shitton of practice to do in dealing with the beast. For me it also puts it into perspective: I’m not dealing with the Beast eight hours a day, every day. He comes and goes. Sometimes, I catch him and tell him to get lost. Sometimes he sneaks up kicks me in the cahoolies…
Bastard