Oh, this is an interesting conversation. It's enlightening to see the reasoning behind people's preferences. I voted, but I should let y'all know I will likely continue to refer to myself as disabled rather than use either "s" choice. (I like supporter best, but that's cool either way...) I am not suffering with PTSD. I am disabled. here's a tongue-in-cheek rendering of why I'd put it that way. :)
I suffered with somethingbadinside I could not understand, fix, or understand why I could not fix it, for years. Things got VERY BAD. I became actively suicidal; things were just that bad BECAUSE I could not fix anything no matter how hard I tried AND because I could not figure out WHY.
Of course, being alone wasn't helping either, and I got more and more isolated until I never spoke with anyone except co-workers. Maybe now and then a grocery store clerk or someone in some such position, when absolutely necessary. I am an introvert, but not to that point --it was truly isolating me.
And then, boy howdy, I heard that I probably had PTSD and got pointed in the right direction to start the VA claims process and force treatment. Sure 'nuff, I was diagnosed with moderate to severe levels of it. Ah ha...now I know WHAT is wrong...so now I can do something about it! (and of course, becoming solid with someone who'd seen me as my entirely competant self first, before he saw the PTSD , didn't hurt!)
WRONG. Not at first. Somehow, I still didn;t get too far. Worse, I was in school by then, and rising stress levels eventually pushed me into one of those mental shutdowns, the mental short circuiting situation. After clawing my way back out of that and managing to at least finish the term, I had the most amazing experience.
!!!GIANT LIGHT BULB MOMENT!!!
Whoa.....it's a disability. I have...a D I S A B I L I T Y....
I do not have a disease.
I cannot cure it.
I cannot fix it.
I keep failing because I keep trying to fix what's busted, and I can't do that...
THAT'S what a disability is...somethingyou can;t cure or fix like a disease or an injury.
Wow. That's awesome. I can STOP TRYING TO FIX THE UNFIXABLE
(and making myself crazy when it doesn;t work..."what's wrong woith me!"...NOTHING.
I just have...a disability. I can handle this. All I have to do is ...
Figure Out How To Work Around It
And
Live The Way I Decide To
It's just a mindset adjustment and an application of knowledge, experience, and ingenuity.
COOL!
I am disabled.
And just like that other vet in a wheelchair,
There are ways I can get to the second floor and the basement when I need to.
HURRAH!
:):):)
Then, boy howdy,