Hey. I'm Pteredacted. I'm Canadian, male, gay, middle-aged, civilian, and troubled.
I am diagnosed with PTSD, bipolar, Aspergers, ADHD, and avoidant personality disorder. PTSD was diagnosed in 2014, bipolar/aspergers in 2016. Things are mostly under control. I function at home, but fail when outside the home, or under stress. I no longer work, because I no longer function reliably outside the home, or around people.
My demeanor is "cynical bastard with a heart of gold." I am bitter. If I say something that offends you, it is probably unintended.
My PTSD is my problem. You will never "trigger" me. I have endured for decades. If I become silent, taciturn, angry, or just log off in a huff: that's on me.
I will chat with you; I will shoot the shit with you; I will listen to your counsel, and will offer my own as best I can; but I will never trust you.
I am always calm, except when I am not.
I am always rational, except when I am not.
I hate this. At home I study Julius Caesar and Charlemagne, economics and educational reform, literary history. In public, I struggle to remember where I am, or why I'm outside. I need help to interact with offices, people, systems. Sometimes I'm unable to speak, or get lost, or fragmented. I can no longer fill out paperwork on my own. I forget where I live. I forget my phone number. I forget my name.
I'm in therapy and mildly medicated. I'm being cared for by someone I know and trust. I will not get worse. I go to therapy because I choose to. I don't experience hope, but I refuse - refuse - to embrace failure.
Suck it, world.
I am diagnosed with PTSD, bipolar, Aspergers, ADHD, and avoidant personality disorder. PTSD was diagnosed in 2014, bipolar/aspergers in 2016. Things are mostly under control. I function at home, but fail when outside the home, or under stress. I no longer work, because I no longer function reliably outside the home, or around people.
My demeanor is "cynical bastard with a heart of gold." I am bitter. If I say something that offends you, it is probably unintended.
My PTSD is my problem. You will never "trigger" me. I have endured for decades. If I become silent, taciturn, angry, or just log off in a huff: that's on me.
I will chat with you; I will shoot the shit with you; I will listen to your counsel, and will offer my own as best I can; but I will never trust you.
I am always calm, except when I am not.
I am always rational, except when I am not.
I hate this. At home I study Julius Caesar and Charlemagne, economics and educational reform, literary history. In public, I struggle to remember where I am, or why I'm outside. I need help to interact with offices, people, systems. Sometimes I'm unable to speak, or get lost, or fragmented. I can no longer fill out paperwork on my own. I forget where I live. I forget my phone number. I forget my name.
I'm in therapy and mildly medicated. I'm being cared for by someone I know and trust. I will not get worse. I go to therapy because I choose to. I don't experience hope, but I refuse - refuse - to embrace failure.
Suck it, world.