OK, If I was wrong in my recollections of his previous posts, I apologise unreservedly.
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Lots of thoughtfull & helpfull comments here about his (possible) condition, so lets hope he will get the assist he needs.
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Suggest to all that we all NOT post or comment on abusive threads, but Just click “Report Abuse” button & send assitts via PM.
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Lets call this one closed then.
PTSD and a keyboard? Not much of a “violent outburst”, if ya ask me… It’s more like PWI. Posting While Intoxicated…
where is this post , i hope it has been deleted, by the way what is ptsd???
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
I suffer from that, but one happy tablet a day keeps it at bay!
…maybe an apple would be cheaper??
[#toast]Beer and good company is recommended Snap…[swg]
OK, I’d rather just put this one to bed when the subject of PTSD comes around. And I know well what it really is. Some folks have it worse than others, and some of us never get off the “dragon’s tail” I’ve seen folks use it as a crutch for a blame on their problems. Others just let it brew inside them; only to reemerge at the wrong time. Others are done with it within a month or two, but still a few are condemed to ride his tail till they die. I rode it for a few years, and watched it eat up friends on an almost hourly basis. Then it went into hiding (don’t ever think it just goes back home, cause your it’s house) only waiting for something to ring his door bell again. I won’t set here and tell you what needs to be done because you already know the answer. But the other solution is very ugly.
gary
Don’t I know…[V]
And my wife…and son…and others who love me.
It’s heck. But God loves me and helps me!
But it is still there…
I never whine or cry about the hand that God delt me in this card game. But just sorta got on with it. With the hand of seven car card stud that I got I often wonder how I made it out of the game. And still don’t know why. Others still rot waiting for the end to hurry up and come. I just somehow walked away from it one night at about four in the morning. I locked that gate, spit in the dragon’e eye and told him "we’re not gonna play his game anymore. Still PTSD is not an easy subject to disscuss (or cuss), and if you ain’t been on the ride to no where you can’t understand it’s ramifications. I actually ache for that fellow (who ever he is, and have a tear in my eye as I write this). I want him to get his walking shoes on and get off that ride before it takes him to places that the gates lock behind him as he passes thru. But he’s gotta reach out for the help he needs (nobody can do it for him), and they can really do wonders now. So unlike many of you here; I’m not mad at him in any way. He should know that he can call me up 24/7, or even knock on my door at two in the morning. I’ll be there for him. (you too by the way)
glt
I hope you are correct! But I’m worried about him
gary