@greenleaf I was forced to repress the issues that brought on PTSD at the age of 17, one year after the shooting. The child abuse, which led to the suicide, stopped while I was recovering in the ICU. At the age of 17 my father, led me into the woods or the scene of the shooting and yelled at me. He said it was my fault. And as far as he was concerned, it was in the past. I had a year to get over it and it was time to move on. He yanked me from therapy that week. At that time in my life I was experiencing: flashbacks, nightmares, avoidance, tactile sensations, guilt (1 student and a teacher had died from self-inflicted gun-shots and I felt guilt over their deaths. I wasn't permitted to tell anyone that my shooting was intentional so I had to tell people I nearly died in a hunting accident and this was a story I carried with me until 2 years ago.) I started accepting these as my normal...
Life went on. Within 10 years of the shooting, and childhood: I was homeless, divorced, severely depressed, unemployed, and I failed out of college. I hibernated for 2 years. I found a place to live. Worked odd jobs and I started feeling better. I met my 2nd wife, renewed my healthcare credentials and reentered the workforce. I became an overnight dad to a 3 year old. Life started happening. My wife and I bought houses, had our own kids etc...life got busy and started piling up on me.
In 2011 I went to counseling because my marriage was starting to hurt and I didn't want to lose a 2nd marriage. Marriage counselor brought up the notion of PTSD. I disagreed with her and I told her the suicide and events surrounding the childhood: abandonment, neglect, and abuse were way in the paste and I was over it. In fact, I remember the moment my father made me touch
that tree at the scene of the event.
In 2005, I lost my license to practice nursing, turns out nursing wasn't a good fit for me. Again, I didn't know I had PTSD. My life started decompensating in 2005. I entered sales in 2006.
In 2012 to make extra money I turned to writing. My wife was aware of the circumstances in my life 25+ years ago, and she suggested I enter a short story, based on that time in my life. I wrote a brief story, someone read it, and suggested I write a longer book detailing my childhood. Seemed like a good idea, despite my anxiety, I should have listened to my instinct.
It took 6 months to write that book and by the time I was finished my wife found me lying at the bottom of the stares nearly incoherent. She rushed me to the hospital and I got my first diagnosis of delayed onset. I tried to pick myself up and shrug it off. Over the last two years: 5 trips to the ER, 1 lengthy hospitalization, 5 jobs, lost most of my friends, nearly lost the my most treasured joy in life...my family. It's been hard on them but my wife is sticking with me.
In April, I tried again to go back to work. In 1 month a few years ago, I sold 99 cars (I used to sell cars)...In the 4 months I sold cars this year, I averaged 1 car a month. I felt broken inside and I also felt I had aged 40 years. I felt like a dog...1 year of human life equal 7 years. I feel this is what PTSD does, that moment/moments we had to overcome to survive ages us.
I couldn't handle the sales managers screaming at me, customers beating on me, the wicked long hours. The flashbacks were terrible and I finally raised the white flag. I went back into therapy and asked the counselor to please help me.