raidershero
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Hi all. This will be the first time I've ever reached out to anyone about anything PTSD related. It's been over 9 years since I was discharged and my last deployment. Only recently have I started giving any merit to the thought of PTSD.
Over the past 2 years I've started drinking much more, smoking weed frequently, and I've put on over 50 pounds. I have a really short fuse with the wife and kids. I'm really good at internalizing everything, and disassociation is my forte. That's how I managed to make it through that hell-hole in Ramadi, by just tuning out.
I constantly downplay my symptoms in my mind. I am constantly telling myself, "There are guys that watched their buddies die, and guys that lost limbs, etc. Those guys have PTSD. You're just being a pussy."
Well, I didn't watch it happen, but I know many guys that died while I was there. Been in my share of firefights, almost been hit by a sniper and IED's, had a mortar land 8 feet from the building I was lying in between guard shifts. Many close calls but no actual gore for me.
To make a shitty story long, I guess I'm looking for someone to tell me it's OK to feel like I need help. I always feel like I have to shoulder the burden and shield myself and my family from everything. When is it my turn to have someone shoulder this emotional burden for me? I just need someone to say, "Hey, I'll carry your ruck for a few miles, bro. Just keep moving. I got you."
Am I just being a pussy or can the stress of living in this type of environment and having close-calls like this actually cause PTSD? I feel like I'm going to explode sometimes because all of this is just causing me to burst at the seams.
Sorry for the long-winded post. That all just came rushing out of me. I really needed to vent I think.
Thanks.
Over the past 2 years I've started drinking much more, smoking weed frequently, and I've put on over 50 pounds. I have a really short fuse with the wife and kids. I'm really good at internalizing everything, and disassociation is my forte. That's how I managed to make it through that hell-hole in Ramadi, by just tuning out.
I constantly downplay my symptoms in my mind. I am constantly telling myself, "There are guys that watched their buddies die, and guys that lost limbs, etc. Those guys have PTSD. You're just being a pussy."
Well, I didn't watch it happen, but I know many guys that died while I was there. Been in my share of firefights, almost been hit by a sniper and IED's, had a mortar land 8 feet from the building I was lying in between guard shifts. Many close calls but no actual gore for me.
To make a shitty story long, I guess I'm looking for someone to tell me it's OK to feel like I need help. I always feel like I have to shoulder the burden and shield myself and my family from everything. When is it my turn to have someone shoulder this emotional burden for me? I just need someone to say, "Hey, I'll carry your ruck for a few miles, bro. Just keep moving. I got you."
Am I just being a pussy or can the stress of living in this type of environment and having close-calls like this actually cause PTSD? I feel like I'm going to explode sometimes because all of this is just causing me to burst at the seams.
Sorry for the long-winded post. That all just came rushing out of me. I really needed to vent I think.
Thanks.