Yer, Alexander just comes up, yanks at me to pick him up, gives me a big hug and now pats us on the back, you know... when you cuddle them and give their little backs a pat and a rub, he now mimicks that with both of us... so cute. Alexander doesn't realise though when I am having a bad moment, I guess maybe just too young still, not sure, but I accept it, and know that he doesn't understand, and honestly, I don't think I would want him to stay away, as him poking and prodding me actually brings me back really quick to accep that he has needs that I must meet. I get a break when kerrie gets home from work, and she finishes up full-time work soon, and is then home full-time also for a year or so, so that will take some pressures off me, which I do like, because I really don't like it when the little one see's me if ill. Mind you though, I don't get ill very much anymore, but every now and then, things do creep up on me as anyone with PTSD, regardless how well we manage it, it still continues to popup every now and then to say hello and remind me of it presence.
I have never explained PTSD to my teenage son as yet, and don't know if I will just yet. He knows I have been in war zones, but to a teenager, they just want to know the "cool" stuff as perceived, ie. have you killed someone, have you seen bodies explode, etc etc... whilst really, if they actually witnessed or did any off these things themselves, chances are they could have a different attitude. I guess this is why I haven't told him, but he knows I have it, and that I get sick every now and then, and to not do (or atleast limit) stupid activities and things teenagers do to create stress for me. I love them both though... and my children really are the center of my world now. I never used to be like that before, and like some of those dads on Opera, I was like them, with a completely different perception of what a father role model was, but I know much differently nowadays.