I was in the army for 22 years, and I am a combat vet. I am 100% SC T&P for PTSD, I also have major depressive disorder, self injurious behavior, and anorexia. I tried to kill my on 9 September, this year. It's been a struggle and the self harm keeps escalating. Feeling like I need to do something I inquired with a local organization about a service dog. They help vet's with TBI and PTSD that is combat related. My PTSD is service connected, but not from combat. I am female. I cried on the phone as they told me that they couldn't help me, because it wasn't from actual combat. I feel like everything is for men, who are important (I do not want to invalidate anyone here), but I feel so less important. When I go to the VA I find myself having to repeat over and over that I am a vet. I don't fit what people think a vet looks like. Often when I go for an appointment I stand in line while vets are being asked last name and last 4. When I get there the clerk asks to see my VA card, like I am impersonating a vet. With Vietnam Era vets (most of my VA) when I tell them I am a vet, they say they are a combat vet and dismiss me. Maybe I need to wear a hat? Just sucks, to not even belong in the community. To not belong anywhere.
I just feel so beat down after that call and I cannot stop crying. They guy was super apologetic, but it doesn't matter, does it?
I just feel so beat down after that call and I cannot stop crying. They guy was super apologetic, but it doesn't matter, does it?