Fahrenheit451
Silver Member
Seems like I’ve been saying that to myself for a long time now. In May of 82 I joined the Fire Department in a big city. Two weeks later I had a double fatality. Over the next 32 years I saw people die in every way you can imagine. And just like everyone else on the job I sucked it up and got ready for the next call. So after 32 years I retired, moved to the country and life was good. Sure there were those calls that I thought about all the time but I was ok.
Then on a Sunday at 1150 hrs as I was about to sit down with my wife for lunch everything changed. I heard an explosion at the bottom of the hill below our house. It turned out a car had crashed at the entrance to my driveway and was upside down in the ditch. A young man was standing there but his girlfriend was still in the car calling for help. So being the fireman I crawled in the back window to rescue her. But I had no tools and the damage was extensive. So while we waited for fire/rescue I held her hand and let her know she wasn’t alone.........and then she died.
It wasn’t long after that all those memories took on a darker tone. They showed up to say hi at all times of the day. Sitting with friends or family I would “disappear”. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t sleep. I would go from happy to devastated in a heartbeat. But the fireman in me kept saying “suck it up princess”.
Eventually it got so bad that my wife and my best friend convinced me to get help. I consider myself very lucky that I had a doctor that understood right away and referred me to a psychologist. It’s been 3 years since I was diagnosed with PTSD and I still struggle everyday. But I’m getting better. I hope others can get better too.
Then on a Sunday at 1150 hrs as I was about to sit down with my wife for lunch everything changed. I heard an explosion at the bottom of the hill below our house. It turned out a car had crashed at the entrance to my driveway and was upside down in the ditch. A young man was standing there but his girlfriend was still in the car calling for help. So being the fireman I crawled in the back window to rescue her. But I had no tools and the damage was extensive. So while we waited for fire/rescue I held her hand and let her know she wasn’t alone.........and then she died.
It wasn’t long after that all those memories took on a darker tone. They showed up to say hi at all times of the day. Sitting with friends or family I would “disappear”. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t sleep. I would go from happy to devastated in a heartbeat. But the fireman in me kept saying “suck it up princess”.
Eventually it got so bad that my wife and my best friend convinced me to get help. I consider myself very lucky that I had a doctor that understood right away and referred me to a psychologist. It’s been 3 years since I was diagnosed with PTSD and I still struggle everyday. But I’m getting better. I hope others can get better too.