Sometimes I feel like I need to justify my more outlandish behavior by admitting to someone else that I have PTSD. After telling another person that I have PTSD I often feel like I am begging for sympathy. Then there are the times I feel like I am using it as an excuse for my inability to fully engage with much of anything. Most of the time I don't want to admit that I am weak enough to have PTSD, so I don't tell anybody.
At fifty-nine years old, surely I should be over something that happened forty years ago for god's sake! And yet, I take advantage of it. I live on disability payments from the Veterans Administration and Social Security. If somebody wants to know what I do, I tell them I'm retired. In most cases I am embarrassed to tell anybody. They'll surely think I'm just faking it. And who knows, maybe I am. What is PTSD, anyway? What wierdness can I explain away with it? What kinds of self destructive and anti-social behavior are okay because of it?
In a moment of desperation I sometimes tell somebody else I have PTSD to explain why I did or didn't do something or why I can't do something else. Then I feel like a complete idiot. Why did I tell them? What will they think of me now? And who the hell cares anyway? It's the strangest thing. I want everybody to understand why I am the way I am, and I don't want anybody to know there is anything wrong with me.
Who do you tell about your PTSD? And when? And why?
At fifty-nine years old, surely I should be over something that happened forty years ago for god's sake! And yet, I take advantage of it. I live on disability payments from the Veterans Administration and Social Security. If somebody wants to know what I do, I tell them I'm retired. In most cases I am embarrassed to tell anybody. They'll surely think I'm just faking it. And who knows, maybe I am. What is PTSD, anyway? What wierdness can I explain away with it? What kinds of self destructive and anti-social behavior are okay because of it?
In a moment of desperation I sometimes tell somebody else I have PTSD to explain why I did or didn't do something or why I can't do something else. Then I feel like a complete idiot. Why did I tell them? What will they think of me now? And who the hell cares anyway? It's the strangest thing. I want everybody to understand why I am the way I am, and I don't want anybody to know there is anything wrong with me.
Who do you tell about your PTSD? And when? And why?