SBD, my appologies if I too came off a bit harsh, as I thought this thread was going elsewhere and would end up locked.
For the record, I still have obvious issues from my tour, and many of the same emotions I have experienced have been mirrored by others on here. Kat Stevens post in this thread really hit home with me for sure. It was like he crawled into my brain and read my mind. I feel a common bond yet not knowing many on here personally.
I have not been diagnosed with PTSD, but show some traits of this. The Psychs said I was not broken like a bone split in two, but described my condition like a fracture, which would heal in time, and I would be okay in the end. Looking back, I think I often told them what they wanted to hear, and I was not really honest with them. I truly feel I would have felt so embarassed if I had 'lost the plot' with them, and I almost did on a few occasions. I am sure they could see right through me, or I hope they did.
My RASM and I had a fireside chat just last week, as he knows my character quite well, and knows these issues are still present. He suggested I return to the Psychs for more follow-up. My stubborness has lead me to beleive that I can win this without assistance. I talk to others who have been, and felt what we all have. I get some sort of twisted peace with this.
Under the RASM's direction, for the past two weeks I have been instructing on mandatory trg with our lads returning from AFG. Although very dry topics on OHS and other stuff, I get some very good feelings just being in the same room with these men, many of them old enough to be my Sons. For they are now going through what I did just last year.
I had been to the Psychs on numerous occasions in 2007, and felt good about venting my issues, but I am not sure if anything was accomplished. I do not want to become blacklisted.
I have learned not to keep this bottled up, as it brings out the dark side especially when influenced by Jack D and company.
At times it does not take much to flare up, just yesterday I wrote a two page letter explaining a handmade flag made by an Iraqi local, which I presented to the Quill Lake Legion (Sask) in August, they had sent me a card expressing gratitude for the Iraqi flag, embriodered with many of our names on it. They said it was unique with the craftmanship. The letter explained of the story of the polite well natured kind young man who made it on an old Singer sewing machine. He was killed in a truck bombing north of Baghdad. That flag has more meaning than craftsmanship to me. Needless to say that letter, and the memories put me on edge last night. I can still see that blokes smiling face, sitting behind that old Singer, sewing like mad, in a cluttered smelly shop, with an old baklite radio blarring out distorted Arabic music. For as long as I live, I won't forget that. He had become so familiar, and was really a great bloke who appreciated us, and enjoyed our business. Anyways, I ended up sleeping like shyte last night, tossed and turned, and was very restless, waking feeling very drained. So, its been a long day.
Again Rob, sorry for my initial post in this thread.
Cheers/beers,
Wes