Hello,
I will give you the reader's digest condensed version of my story. I joined the fire department when I was 19. When I was 26, I made the shift over to law enforcement. In August, I had to leave law enforcement due to several back injuries over the years which caused me to develop degenerative disc disease. I handed in my badge on my 35 birthday. Luckily I went to college and grad school along the way and was able to pick up a Masters Degree in History. I had taught as an adjunct for several years before I had to leave the profession, and that is what I am back to doing now, though it is my only job these days.
I've seen a lot during my career. I've worked shootings, hurricanes, fatality car accidents, been shot at, etc. You name it. I've had nightmares off and on. I've distanced myself from my family and friends. In a way, it was a major contributing factor to the breakup of my first marriage. I thought I had things more or less under control. But within a week of handing in my badge, my life started to unravel. What had been the occasional nightmare turned into a nightly thing which has me both scared of the dark and scared to go to bed. It is like I have the never ending slideshow of all of the trauma I have seen which starts whenever I close my eyes.
I have this crushing inability to concentrate or focus. My memory is shot. I get angry over things that I would have just blown off in the past. I've experienced a couple of flashbacks which can be a bit unnerving to say the least.
I did start seeing a therapist after I had my first flashback. I was told that I had PTSD, which part of me already knew of course. It is of the cumulative variety, meaning that it is from the repeated traumatic instances over my career and not a single incident. Though my diagnosis is recent, I have been suffering for a long, long time and I can't even seem to remember what my personality was like before all of this.
The bright side of things is that I am married to a beautiful redheaded girl who has stood by me through all of this. I just have a lot of guilt over the fact that my PTSD is effecting her as well.
I will give you the reader's digest condensed version of my story. I joined the fire department when I was 19. When I was 26, I made the shift over to law enforcement. In August, I had to leave law enforcement due to several back injuries over the years which caused me to develop degenerative disc disease. I handed in my badge on my 35 birthday. Luckily I went to college and grad school along the way and was able to pick up a Masters Degree in History. I had taught as an adjunct for several years before I had to leave the profession, and that is what I am back to doing now, though it is my only job these days.
I've seen a lot during my career. I've worked shootings, hurricanes, fatality car accidents, been shot at, etc. You name it. I've had nightmares off and on. I've distanced myself from my family and friends. In a way, it was a major contributing factor to the breakup of my first marriage. I thought I had things more or less under control. But within a week of handing in my badge, my life started to unravel. What had been the occasional nightmare turned into a nightly thing which has me both scared of the dark and scared to go to bed. It is like I have the never ending slideshow of all of the trauma I have seen which starts whenever I close my eyes.
I have this crushing inability to concentrate or focus. My memory is shot. I get angry over things that I would have just blown off in the past. I've experienced a couple of flashbacks which can be a bit unnerving to say the least.
I did start seeing a therapist after I had my first flashback. I was told that I had PTSD, which part of me already knew of course. It is of the cumulative variety, meaning that it is from the repeated traumatic instances over my career and not a single incident. Though my diagnosis is recent, I have been suffering for a long, long time and I can't even seem to remember what my personality was like before all of this.
The bright side of things is that I am married to a beautiful redheaded girl who has stood by me through all of this. I just have a lot of guilt over the fact that my PTSD is effecting her as well.