Stigma of PTSD and so on

If you are not a veteran and have PTSD, you are in the doghouse. I cannot take it anymore. Someone who actually works at a hospital will assume automatically you’re a vet and ask it. No I’m not, it’s trauma you buffoon.

I’ve become used to this. It’s bad enough I have to think of horrible loser jocks and evil bimbos that made my life a living hell forever ago everyday all day for the better part of a decade, or my once severely unstable violent father.

Nobody would choose this., People who stupidly think you do or would severely lack emotional intelligence let alone intelligence of any kind, and can go screw. Ignorant. Sadly, you get used to that too.

The two disorders very few people seem to understand I have. GAD aka Generalized Anxiety Disorder and PTSD. No GAD is not just anxiety. It is a billion times worse and controls everything you do, will do or decide to avoid.

They never get it. With PTSD you’re automatically dismissed unless you’re a vet or a female, although disgustingly some of the latter get tossed aside for oil drum guarding vets. Lovely,

About 24 years ago, everyone with this disorder or others were in the same group. It was normal and there were no favorites. I often did not think mine was as severe as veterans as it was entirely different trauma wise. One vet told me to never undersell how bad these idiots had messed me up because it was rather obvious to him that I had major trust issues because this garbage (his words) helped ruin my life.

That brief exchange with a group member and a vet meant a lot to me. We were all treated the same back then before the PC police took over and 9/11 made veterans seen as gods. Oil drum guarding gods but gods no less.

He’s sadly no longer with us as dozens of people with the disorder and other disorders I also have called it a day with a shotgun, pistol or a belt. Us regular civilians and the ones you kiss the ground they walk on for peak oil over the ones that got sprayed on. Interesting now isn’t it?

It’s trauma plain and simple. I thought I was over mine and things were just sporadic and manageable until it crept up on me in my mid to late 30s for no reason at all.no triggers nothing, Now after medication damage, it’s everyday.

Great these psychos again. Such fun. Ain’t it cool? The bad never pay. We do until we lose it and fade away. They’ll then start a Heathers type rally online and make good things up about us yet never pay, or they’ll assume we’re crazy. Sure. It’s possible. or course you miscreants helped make us this way by creating it in the first place. One has to love that dark irony.