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Not sure if this is the right place for this but here I go.
I'm hurting big time. I'm a senior rank with multiple tours, last one being the roughest I could have ever imagined. At the time I killed people, put people on Angel flights, and loaded my best friend up on a Herc. Shot people, shot at (and hit once..thank you PPE) and IED'ed. However at the time I enjoyed it, the heat of battle was such a high and I really did enjoy killing people. However once I returned home I realised that saying things like the previous statement brought raised eyebrows and almost a shunning feeling at work of me being unprofessional when I spoke of the fun I had when I did destroy the enemy.
I was recommended for awards due to my conduct while on tour and am very proud of how I handled situations.
I got home from tour and was fine. We still were collocated with our peers we had deployed with and everything seemed OK in both my family group and my work. Of course my conduct overseas earned me a great PER and things were looking up. My career goals in my grasp after working like a dog all these years. I felt Afghanistan allowed the "bag lickers" to get separated from the guys who are there to do their jobs and don't go out of their way to get noticed. It sure was. Afghanistan seemed like the only place where phrases such as "deeds not words" seemed relevant...as usually in Canada the loudest guy/guy furthest up the Officers butt seemed to get recognised.
Fast forward a year since I've been home to now. I'm slated for further career development and my career goals are now met. My peer's are all over the country and am currently working for a guy I would call my nightmare. However we buck up and solider on. Personal feelings aside, for the first time in my career I was getting in shit for something everyday. Talked down to in front of my troops,peers, and superiors on a daily basis.
And after a year something snapped in my head. High ranking officers were approaching me asking if I had hay fever as my eyes were blood shot at work. Late night?Drugs?hangover? is what they were thinking perhaps. Little did they know I spend most lunch times sitting in my house crying like a baby. Puking everymorning thinking about going to my place of work. My sleep is fragmented, I have nightmares so real...except in my dreams I am not the macho guy I was in real life.
So go get help right? Sounds easy. Infact during our decompression it honestly seemed like getting mental health help was not as bad as it use to be for those before us. The reality strikes you that your suddenly working with for guys who think of it as weak, your constantly hearing malingerer and PTSD used in the same conversation. Faking, trying to get out of work, etc. I'm sure others have heard the same thing in the combat arms.
I have children and a wife to support so I have been dealing with it as best I can, however when your wife finds you crying in the basement the secret is blown. I feel like a failure of a father, husband, soldier. I agreed with her to see someone this week.
I'm scared I will lose my job. I've been in the combat arms since the ripe age of 17. I'm a father.I have to support my kids. I know the ridicule I will receive when I tell my superiors I am having problems. I know I will lose peers and be perceived as weak. All the feel good powerpoint briefs, VA memorandums instructing people to treat people with PTSD is great...but it isn't being followed. I see this happening in sidebar office chats everyday.
I fear my upcoming career courses will be cancelled. I fear I will be forced to work where I currently do. Under watchful eyes of superiors looking to "****" me, as I'm copping out of work. I am scared to death.
Do I have PTSD? I really don't know. I honestly hope not. I've been debating cancelling my appointment to see someone and sucking it deep inside, chin up and get on with my career. And at moments it does seem like I can. However 50 % of the time I'm hugging a toilet puking,crying (which is very outta character for me) I've broken ties with family, I make up excuses to leave my house when friends call. Those moments it feels unbearable. I find understanding simple tasks very hard at work. While told to go discuss things with other people I end up sitting on a toilet or a quiet spot outside instead of going and doing my job. I have a weird fear of even discussing things with people at work.
I have to admit I've been the guy in the office saying that I didn't believe in PTSD. We all discussed a CBC documentary at work many times about a few people who had PTSD who were not in combat. And ironically enough here I am.
Not sure if this is the right place for this but here I go.
I'm hurting big time. I'm a senior rank with multiple tours, last one being the roughest I could have ever imagined. At the time I killed people, put people on Angel flights, and loaded my best friend up on a Herc. Shot people, shot at (and hit once..thank you PPE) and IED'ed. However at the time I enjoyed it, the heat of battle was such a high and I really did enjoy killing people. However once I returned home I realised that saying things like the previous statement brought raised eyebrows and almost a shunning feeling at work of me being unprofessional when I spoke of the fun I had when I did destroy the enemy.
I was recommended for awards due to my conduct while on tour and am very proud of how I handled situations.
I got home from tour and was fine. We still were collocated with our peers we had deployed with and everything seemed OK in both my family group and my work. Of course my conduct overseas earned me a great PER and things were looking up. My career goals in my grasp after working like a dog all these years. I felt Afghanistan allowed the "bag lickers" to get separated from the guys who are there to do their jobs and don't go out of their way to get noticed. It sure was. Afghanistan seemed like the only place where phrases such as "deeds not words" seemed relevant...as usually in Canada the loudest guy/guy furthest up the Officers butt seemed to get recognised.
Fast forward a year since I've been home to now. I'm slated for further career development and my career goals are now met. My peer's are all over the country and am currently working for a guy I would call my nightmare. However we buck up and solider on. Personal feelings aside, for the first time in my career I was getting in shit for something everyday. Talked down to in front of my troops,peers, and superiors on a daily basis.
And after a year something snapped in my head. High ranking officers were approaching me asking if I had hay fever as my eyes were blood shot at work. Late night?Drugs?hangover? is what they were thinking perhaps. Little did they know I spend most lunch times sitting in my house crying like a baby. Puking everymorning thinking about going to my place of work. My sleep is fragmented, I have nightmares so real...except in my dreams I am not the macho guy I was in real life.
So go get help right? Sounds easy. Infact during our decompression it honestly seemed like getting mental health help was not as bad as it use to be for those before us. The reality strikes you that your suddenly working with for guys who think of it as weak, your constantly hearing malingerer and PTSD used in the same conversation. Faking, trying to get out of work, etc. I'm sure others have heard the same thing in the combat arms.
I have children and a wife to support so I have been dealing with it as best I can, however when your wife finds you crying in the basement the secret is blown. I feel like a failure of a father, husband, soldier. I agreed with her to see someone this week.
I'm scared I will lose my job. I've been in the combat arms since the ripe age of 17. I'm a father.I have to support my kids. I know the ridicule I will receive when I tell my superiors I am having problems. I know I will lose peers and be perceived as weak. All the feel good powerpoint briefs, VA memorandums instructing people to treat people with PTSD is great...but it isn't being followed. I see this happening in sidebar office chats everyday.
I fear my upcoming career courses will be cancelled. I fear I will be forced to work where I currently do. Under watchful eyes of superiors looking to "****" me, as I'm copping out of work. I am scared to death.
Do I have PTSD? I really don't know. I honestly hope not. I've been debating cancelling my appointment to see someone and sucking it deep inside, chin up and get on with my career. And at moments it does seem like I can. However 50 % of the time I'm hugging a toilet puking,crying (which is very outta character for me) I've broken ties with family, I make up excuses to leave my house when friends call. Those moments it feels unbearable. I find understanding simple tasks very hard at work. While told to go discuss things with other people I end up sitting on a toilet or a quiet spot outside instead of going and doing my job. I have a weird fear of even discussing things with people at work.
I have to admit I've been the guy in the office saying that I didn't believe in PTSD. We all discussed a CBC documentary at work many times about a few people who had PTSD who were not in combat. And ironically enough here I am.