Hi Misty,
As a secondary public school English teacher, I understand that when you receive an assignment and start moving forward, it can become a daunting experience.
I hold a B.A. in English and a M.A. in Secondary Education Curriculum and Instruction, and I've been teaching the English Language Arts for seventeen-years. While a graduate student studying to become a responsible teacher of young people 12-18 years old, I was given the task of interviewing people with disabilities as part of my Special Services training. I remember politely asking a man in a wheelchair once if I could ask him a few questions for my work in order to become a teacher? He graciously agreed as I explained this was to help me become more aware of and sensitive to the needs of my future students. I quickly on-the-fly, during the interview, realized the profound implications of what I was doing. I was humbled by his story and adapted immediately to his way of telling it. It stopped being a simple question and answer session or even an "interview." I saw myself as intruding on sacred ground in a man's life who had lost the use of his legs forever. I had no right to see him any other way then the way he saw himself.
I spent a year leading men in combat when I was eighteen-years old. To date no one has ever understood what happened to me. NO ONE!
PTSD sufferers and those who care for them are a part of my soul, my art, and my deepest experiences. I found this site recently thank goodness and understand the reactions you've received to date, all sincere and all heartfelt. Listen to them and read between the lines. We are protective of each other and this site because we are surviving together. It's not what we want in life that makes us who we are, but what we want for others. On this forum, and in this moment shared... we all want each other to heal and recover from the trauma that only we can know. Real blood, real guts, real stories from real people who don't need or want to draw attention from anyone who would not be able to see their wounds and understand their scars before there visible; anyone who could not understand our pain before there told it; anyone who would not weep for the human love lost in the seconds of shared experience though years apart and thousands of miles away. We all share only one thing here: The thrill of healing, the hope for love, and the dream of finding our way back to who we were, to who we are, to who we should have been and to who we must become.
The PTSD Forum was started by pure human energy looking for solutions not answers, sharing not informing, trusting and not harming. Good fortune to you in your work, make it part of your life and you will succeed.
Douglas