Tabula-Rasa
Bronze Member
Pretty much, every weekday, I'm exposed to heavy helicopters that fly overhead from a bend in the Charles River in Allston/Boston. They seem to come from Andrews AFB.
As you may guess, Heavy helicopters are my trigger. I'm brought back to the Summer of 1989 Beirut when I was a 19 year old kid playing at photographer.
Anyway, On a bad day of helicopters, flooding, etc.. and after I go through breathing and grounding and trying to bring myself back, I can get the panic attacks and long-flooding down to manageable levels, but, for hours, afterward, I experience split-second flashes of memory that takes over like a flooding, but.. it only lasts for a second. At first, it happens about 3-4 times per hour, then falls down quickly to 1 every 1 or 2 hours.
It's disorienting, it hurts like hell, I cannot escape the flashes and I know they are coming. The memories come out of context, so I don't know what the flashes are, at first. They TAKE OVER reality, then release me BACK into reality.
Today, the helicopters came and and I did breathing and grounding and got myself mostly back enough so that when my GF came home, I was mostly able to be there with her instead of dumping PTSD on her... until I got to the point of telling her that I had to be by myself.
I tried to work, distract myself with television while I worked; tried longer sessions of breathing and grounding and even said, "f*ck it" and bought 160 ounces of Natty (Natural Lite) which I can't drink fast enough to get drunk, no matter WHAT I do... :-\
Finally, I started to research West Beirut 1989 Commodore Hotel in the Image part of Google. I tried to FIND the places where the flashes showed me. I started this, today, and FOUND a picture of the bastard that hired me in Tel Aviv. I FOUND the hotel. I FOUND the explosion aftermath that killed Elzbeta.
I bought ANOTHER 160 ounces of high octane beer and I'm STILL not drunk enough to get into oblivion so that I can crawl into bed with my GF.
I cannot STOP the flashes of memory. I can't stop the adrenaline rush that feels like I MAY die of an heart attack. I don't KNOW what the memories are.
My girlfriend is asleep and I'm afraid to go to bed until the flashes stop and... I gotta say that I OFTEN feel like I'm crazy.
Happy Hallowed eve'. :D
If only all the college-aged wraiths walking down the street knew what a days-old dead person looked like. ;)
As you may guess, Heavy helicopters are my trigger. I'm brought back to the Summer of 1989 Beirut when I was a 19 year old kid playing at photographer.
Anyway, On a bad day of helicopters, flooding, etc.. and after I go through breathing and grounding and trying to bring myself back, I can get the panic attacks and long-flooding down to manageable levels, but, for hours, afterward, I experience split-second flashes of memory that takes over like a flooding, but.. it only lasts for a second. At first, it happens about 3-4 times per hour, then falls down quickly to 1 every 1 or 2 hours.
It's disorienting, it hurts like hell, I cannot escape the flashes and I know they are coming. The memories come out of context, so I don't know what the flashes are, at first. They TAKE OVER reality, then release me BACK into reality.
Today, the helicopters came and and I did breathing and grounding and got myself mostly back enough so that when my GF came home, I was mostly able to be there with her instead of dumping PTSD on her... until I got to the point of telling her that I had to be by myself.
I tried to work, distract myself with television while I worked; tried longer sessions of breathing and grounding and even said, "f*ck it" and bought 160 ounces of Natty (Natural Lite) which I can't drink fast enough to get drunk, no matter WHAT I do... :-\
Finally, I started to research West Beirut 1989 Commodore Hotel in the Image part of Google. I tried to FIND the places where the flashes showed me. I started this, today, and FOUND a picture of the bastard that hired me in Tel Aviv. I FOUND the hotel. I FOUND the explosion aftermath that killed Elzbeta.
I bought ANOTHER 160 ounces of high octane beer and I'm STILL not drunk enough to get into oblivion so that I can crawl into bed with my GF.
I cannot STOP the flashes of memory. I can't stop the adrenaline rush that feels like I MAY die of an heart attack. I don't KNOW what the memories are.
My girlfriend is asleep and I'm afraid to go to bed until the flashes stop and... I gotta say that I OFTEN feel like I'm crazy.
Happy Hallowed eve'. :D
If only all the college-aged wraiths walking down the street knew what a days-old dead person looked like. ;)