Two of my brothers claim PTSD. They exist in stable jobs, stable relationships and have never been in therapy. They scratch their heads in wonder when I have a terror induced anxiety attack because of a loud noise where my mind decided my life was in danger. A lot of untrained and unqualified family physicians will happily misinterpret and misdiagnose because they too fall prey to the rhetoric flying about out there with regard to "what is traumatic enough".
I would happily give this up to someone else, it is not fun to live this way and I certainly get no enjoyment out of struggling to stay present in situations of stress, but I do the best I can because it is all I can do. When my two brothers ask why I just don't "get a job" or "leave the past behind me", or even when they try to empathize with me (and fail miserably because of their superficially coached responses) I really want to club them both over the head.
I do not know why someone would want to be diagnosed with PTSD - I personally denied I had it even after the tests and assessments showed I did. Maybe there is some kind of invisible Badge of Honor or Special Recognition that we sufferers are actually missing out on? Or is it just some deep seated need for attention?
I've lost people in my life, tragically and "normally". I witnessed a lot of tragedy and loss as a part of my job. I have grieved and have complexly grieved. I had experienced ASD (or Critical Incident Stress) on several occasions. One day I experienced something that nothing in this world could have prepared me for and I know now, this is not a simple matter of grief. The sheer involvement of body systems, physiological reactions and psychological repercussions dictates to my educated mind that this is not a simple cut and dry "period of adjustment" to a life situation.
In summary, yes, those people who claim PTSD and then want to talk to me about it - they make me very angry once they start regurgitating their text book symptoms and can't express to me the actual feeling of the experiences. Who in their right mind would want this? Real sufferers, we see each other, we know one another and we share the tears, we connect on levels those people will never understand.