Hijack away I don't mind. Thanks you guys for the warm welcome. It is reall appreciated. Sorry I'm a load awkward at all this, lol. P.S: That grandmother was a grade-A asshole. End of. What'd she expect the answer to be? And there was kids there too. Ridiculous.
They don't know I've got issues to deal with, and I keep it that way. In the end, I can understand where they are coming from, and they understand where I've been. Enough said. Now hand the beer over.
This is mainly what I have trouble with cause I can't understand, and they can't understand cause I can't talk to them. I don't mean to be so negative or nothin. This is the first time I have ever tried to sit down and write something like this. Guess I just wanna be honest. Sometimes I get this weird feeling that if I don't tell people my problems, I'm being dishonest and untruthful lol. Also, I'm heavily medicated which makes it much easier. :D
I wish I could just call up some buddies or something and sit and drink and talk but I can't. It'd go, call up, we'd sit there, they'd talk, maybe they'd talk war or maybe they'd talk something normal, but I'd be there weird and awkward and drunk, trying to either: Pretend like I'm a regular, normal person, or pretend like I have the same view of war so we don't punch eachother.
I've more or less learned to live with the fact that people don't get it. (would I wish that on them?)
This is good to remember, I do think like that a lot. It's hard to be so zen when you feel so disconnected though isn't it. I'm not a super zen person, I try to be and try to you know, rise above it and be decent. But it is hard to do I guess cause the only person around me who knows anything at all is my therapist and some of the nurses in the VA when I went in. I hallucinate quite a bit and have violent dreams.
I'm trying to work on talking to people more casually about some stuff, look at people in the media who talk about it and are received alright, and I've been received alright the few times I've told anybody, I've even said it on the PTSD Forum, in the trauma diaries. People tend to think I am suspicious cause I don't answer simple questions you know?
How long were you in Iraq, why'd you get divorced, why don't you know your kid, blah. You know. It's hard. So I don't answer and people think I'm hiding something.
On the PTSD site I have a f*ckin huge diary lol.
This, is the hard part. Been tryin to come
here for f*ckin 7
months and haven't got the nerve. Sometimes I sit around and miss my job and miss all that crap, you know? It is the weirdest feeling. But then I just get all sad and weepy and obnoxious. Then I come here and read all the forums that guests have access to and feel all weird and stupid and then think about my dumb therapist and how he wants me to do all this crap any way, so said what the hell this time.
I have a lot of resentment toward the military I think. Talking to military triggers me a lot. Think that is why I get so pissed off all the time. Projection or something. This is totally triggering me cause I am scared it will turn into every other interaction I've had. So far y'all have been really nice and welcoming which, is good, a lot.
Sorry, don't mean to be all negative. My life is actually pretty good, I think I just find reasons to get all angsty and crisis-y with no point. I don't want to or mean to but it's like I constantly generate crap in my head to be upset about when my life around me is perfectly fine. I'm not in combat any more. I'm not at my dad's any more. I'm not, where I was, I'm not there any more. I'm home and my family is here.
Except I sit in the f*cking closet all day and literally ignore them all day and play Battlefield 2 (sort of) online all day and barely go out even to eat and they think I hate them, but I don't, I am just scared to be around them because I am so f*cking alien, and I don't want to hurt them. I feel like I'm 60 feet tall and the world is made of clay and I'm stomping around all over it when I talk to people. Why can't I just go out and be normal you know. Chris (my wife/ex-wife/idk) makes fun of me cause I hide medical supplies around the house and take all my crap with me to the washroom and am weirdly OCD and strange about doing things, and I hoard things, and stuff. It's just weird, people think I am weird.
Shit, my turn to ramble! :speechless: :geek: