Hello all. I'm glad I found you. Its good to be able to talk to others who understand through experience.
So here goes the intro: I'm a retired soldier and former humanitarian aid worker. I was formally diagnosed with PTSD a few years ago but I don't really know when I first started to show the signs and symptoms. My ex always claimed it was when I returned from post-genocide Rwanda.
By the time I finished my second tour in Afghanistan I knew something was wrong but I didn't know what. I just knew I was angry all the time, I couldn't relax, and that I had no sense of purpose any more. Being at home was harder than being in a war zone.
So I did the only logical thing. I quit the military and went back to Afghanistan to work with a humanitarian de-mining team. ;)
After that contract finished I knew something was wrong with me but I was too afraid to face it. I ran from one war zone or humanitarian disaster to the next. I kept hoping that the job would help wash away the guilt and shame I felt. It never did.
Eventually it all caught up with me. My marriage dissolved. I couldn't work. I sank in to a deep black hole. I've only recently started to climb back out.
So here goes the intro: I'm a retired soldier and former humanitarian aid worker. I was formally diagnosed with PTSD a few years ago but I don't really know when I first started to show the signs and symptoms. My ex always claimed it was when I returned from post-genocide Rwanda.
By the time I finished my second tour in Afghanistan I knew something was wrong but I didn't know what. I just knew I was angry all the time, I couldn't relax, and that I had no sense of purpose any more. Being at home was harder than being in a war zone.
So I did the only logical thing. I quit the military and went back to Afghanistan to work with a humanitarian de-mining team. ;)
After that contract finished I knew something was wrong with me but I was too afraid to face it. I ran from one war zone or humanitarian disaster to the next. I kept hoping that the job would help wash away the guilt and shame I felt. It never did.
Eventually it all caught up with me. My marriage dissolved. I couldn't work. I sank in to a deep black hole. I've only recently started to climb back out.