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vikingr12
This is difficult so bear with me. I'm a little shaky.
I was a PJ, pararescue, that mostly did infil and exfils to Laos and mostly Cambodia. I was on the forefront of what are called now CC teams, combat controllers, and maybe a combination of crew chief paramedic. Not sure what they call'em these days. I know there were very few in my time and we were trained much the same as special forces teams. We had to.
When we would finish a mission, I would also work in surgery at the clinic. I had surgical experience before I joined in 1967. They used it a lot.
My father was also a ranking brass in the AF. He flew 8th Air Force in Europe. The term I learned here "secondary PTSD" explains a lot to me. Life was not easy being brought up with a maniac.
I have been to therapy it seems a thousand times. I never felt they were right about anything until recently. I will never set foot in a VA hospital ever. Period. And I will never eat another pill again until I look it up. After all, I am medically trained and understand the pharmocology of most of the stuff out there. Some doctors think just giving the latest gimmick will work.
I recently had a divorce that I don't think had anything to do with PTSD since I was so happy with her. She was Chinese and just could not handle living in America. It was too strange to her. Of course, that all triggered bouts of nightmares and endless anxiety and panic attacks. My adrenals actually hurt from the pounding they were taking. It took a therapist trained in PTSD to recognize the symptoms and here I am. At least now I have a name for it.
She is trying a new technique called EMDRIA that seems to work but it's only been one session. I hope it does.
I'd rather not swap stories about "There I was" since it conjures similar memories of my own that I would rather forget but maybe that's not good either. She says I have lost my anger which is not a good thing. I am too tired to be angry anymore.
But it is nice to have a place to go to and read, and listen, perhaps help someone else, and learn.
I was a PJ, pararescue, that mostly did infil and exfils to Laos and mostly Cambodia. I was on the forefront of what are called now CC teams, combat controllers, and maybe a combination of crew chief paramedic. Not sure what they call'em these days. I know there were very few in my time and we were trained much the same as special forces teams. We had to.
When we would finish a mission, I would also work in surgery at the clinic. I had surgical experience before I joined in 1967. They used it a lot.
My father was also a ranking brass in the AF. He flew 8th Air Force in Europe. The term I learned here "secondary PTSD" explains a lot to me. Life was not easy being brought up with a maniac.
I have been to therapy it seems a thousand times. I never felt they were right about anything until recently. I will never set foot in a VA hospital ever. Period. And I will never eat another pill again until I look it up. After all, I am medically trained and understand the pharmocology of most of the stuff out there. Some doctors think just giving the latest gimmick will work.
I recently had a divorce that I don't think had anything to do with PTSD since I was so happy with her. She was Chinese and just could not handle living in America. It was too strange to her. Of course, that all triggered bouts of nightmares and endless anxiety and panic attacks. My adrenals actually hurt from the pounding they were taking. It took a therapist trained in PTSD to recognize the symptoms and here I am. At least now I have a name for it.
She is trying a new technique called EMDRIA that seems to work but it's only been one session. I hope it does.
I'd rather not swap stories about "There I was" since it conjures similar memories of my own that I would rather forget but maybe that's not good either. She says I have lost my anger which is not a good thing. I am too tired to be angry anymore.
But it is nice to have a place to go to and read, and listen, perhaps help someone else, and learn.
