Talking To Family

One of my weekly VA therapies is a group meeting with other PTSD guys.  One of the new additions to our group is a young woman who is a psychology intern working at the VA with our regular group psychologist.  At group on Friday she drove the discussion for the entire 1.5 hours with one question about talking to family.

How Do You Talk To Your Family?

She actually asked in in three parts: talking to them about treatment, talking to them about symptoms, talking to them about the trauma.   This also morphed into another question: How do you choose who to talk to?

Talking To Family About Treatment

It hasn’t been hard for me to talk to family or others about treatment.  It used to be something I was embarrassed by, but not anymore.  I’m happy to be getting the treatment I am, and so it isn’t hard to tell people about something I am glad to have happen in my life.    As soon as I got over the stigma/issues surrounding telling people I have PTSD, it became easy to tell them that I’m getting treatment for it.

Telling people you have a mental health issue isn’t desirable.  There is still a lot of negative stigma with it.   There is still a little worry that people will have the negative reaction, or even just a negative thought about me, when I tell them.  But I’ve accepted that that is a problem with them, and not with me.   So yes, I have a mental health issue in the form of PTSD that I receive treatment for twice a week.   After years of not understanding what was going on with me, or not having treatment easily available, I’m just simply thrilled to be getting treatment that I hope is helping.

Talking To Family About Symptoms

This is much harder for me to do.  The two main reasons for this are 1) these are much more personal than simply stating I have PTSD; and 2) I don’t fully understand or recognize them myself.

Talking of the symptoms is personal and feels awkward.  I’ve been dealing with this for so long now (almost a decade) that it is hard to distinguish between what emotions/reactions are “me” and which ones are from the PTSD.   One of the common themes of the therapies is to try to separate them for ourselves.  One group participant said he found a lot of mental relief when he jokingly named his symptoms Bob (anxiety), Fred (anger), and George (depression).  Now he is no longer depressed, but instead “George is visiting.”  Or if his wife asks how he is doing he might say, “Bob stopped by to say hello” and she’ll understand.

It is also hard not to feel like talking about the symptoms is in some way shifting blame.  I can’t use them as justification for the way I am.   It isn’t okay to say that I yell at times, but it’s okay because I have PTSD.   I don’t want to use that as an excuse for not trying to get better.  PTSD isn’t something that goes away, but is something that can be controlled and managed.  And I need to learn to manage it.

A big part of why talking to family about symptoms is hard is that I don’t know them all.   There are diverse symptoms that come and go.   Sometimes they come and go quickly.  I might be fine walking through a supermarket one moment, and the next I’m feeling trapped and in danger.   I’ve only been in treatment for a few months now, and I’m still hearing people talk about symptoms they have that I also have, but that I didn’t even recognize as being symptoms until it was brought to my attention.   So I can’t just give a definitive/final list of symptoms.  I don’t know what they are, when exactly they’ll manifest, how intense they will be, etc.

Talking to Family About the Trauma

HAHAHAHAHA! No!  Doesn’t happen.  Hasn’t happened.  Might never happen.  Don’t fool yourself!

That might be a little strong, but close to true.  I’ve talked to Julie only in vague terms and very limited in scope.  I’ve told my parents even less.  Nobody else has gotten anything else to date except my therapist, and he’s only gotten about as much as Julie has.

This is a hard topic to talk about.  It isn’t something I like to think about.  I don’t want to relive it.  Talking to family about it just isn’t on my To-Do List.  It causes a lot of mental agony and stress to talk about it.  It is an extremely undesirable task.

I’m not alone with this sentiment.  Our intern said one of the trainings she is getting has a “homework” assignment to have patients go home and talk to family about it.  She asked how we feel about that.

One guy said he did it once and will never do it again.  He talked to his adult daughter and it turned out disastrously and they haven’t spoken since.  All she had to say to him at the end was, “maybe you deserved it.”

Another told of the two destroyed marriages, estranged relationships with children, etc, and said talking to them never worked.  They simply didn’t believe him, grew to fear or distrust him, and used the information as a weapon against him.

Another said that only after 38 years of marriage did be begin to trust his wife enough to talk to her with vagueness.  Past experience has trained him not to trust people with deeply personal sources of pain because they’ll use it against you.

I trust Julie, so that isn’t my issue.  But I don’t want to taint her.  I don’t want her looking at me differently.  She shouldn’t have to feel sorry/hurt/pain for me.  I don’t want her to have to hear how vile and terrible the world and the people in it can be.   I don’t want to ask her to shoulder the pain I am carrying, and I feel like talking to her more openly would do that.

Finding People to Trust

This was the biggest issue for all of us in my group when it comes to talking about the trauma.   There is no way to know how people will react, and our combined experience said that almost everyone will react badly.

When the VA gave me my 100% disability rating and paid me for being unemployable I also applied for Social Security Disability.   Of course they denied the initial claim (as they always do as a matter or policy) and so I appealed.  That led me to sitting in front of one of their administrative law judges.

He needed to ask about my disabilities obviously and asked about the PTSD and it’s source.   I gave him a simple response about the trauma and this guy stops and looks up at me and says, “Really?  You’re a huge guy and look like a football player.  That couldn’t have happened. You expect me to believe that story?”

And that is why it is hard to know who you can trust, and who you can safely talk to.  Even this government official, who presumably has a history of dealing with people with PTSD, was full of negativity toward me.

I’ve had it happen with church leaders too.  One I’m dealing with one Stake President right now who tells me every time I see him that he doesn’t believe mental health issues cause the problems that they cause.  How am I supposed to talk to him at all after he tells me that?

Most people just don’t have the training to deal with it, gov’t and clergy alike, let alone family.  They don’t have the experience to tell them it is even real, or really has the effects on you that it does.  They dismiss it, don’t believe it, or think that you are somehow to blame for what happened to you.

Family Too!?!

I even had it happen with a family member who I previously had had a great relationship with.   This person was in my home one day and complaining that I wasn’t doing enough to take care of Julie and the kids.  “Why aren’t you working?” and so on.   I replied, “Because I can’t.  I’m a disabled vet who was injured in the military!”  They came back with, “No you weren’t!  Blake (my Vietnam Vet – Purple Heart Father-in-law) was injured in the military.  You weren’t!”

So even this close family member didn’t believe me, and accused me of pure laziness, in my own home no less.  I, of course, reacted badly and essentially called them a horse’s ass on social media.  That has led to two of Julie’s sisters to refuse talking to me AT ALL for almost 5 years now (I’m assuming that is the reason, but maybe it’s some other personality flaw).

So talking to family is a difficult thing to do and seems to only end badly.  There is no way to know how they’ll react, and experience says that they’ll almost definitely react badly and/or use the information to cause you more pain/suffering.

Everyone in my  therapy group has a collection of similar stories.  EVERY! ONE!

How To Choose People To Trust

Don’t! Just don’t!

I wish I could give you a feel good story about talking to family or others, but I can’t.  They will try to shield themselves from the idea that something similar could happen to them and will blame (or make up) some negative aspect of you that caused it to happen to you.   And because they don’t have (insert negative idea they make up) therefore this trauma could never happen to them.   It’s not their fault, it’s the natural human reaction.   But now they view you negatively in order to believe that they are safe from the bad thing that happened to you.

So talk to them about treatment and positive strides your making.  Even let them in on symptoms you experience if you feel inclined.  But I say don’t bother talking to them about the trauma.  It just ends badly.

Instead, find a good therapist who is under professional obligations of confidentiality and who has experience dealing with your issues.

 

 

 

 

 

To Missouri and Back Again

For the last week I’ve been pretty MIA on social media.  That’s because I went to Missouri and back again in that time.

I got back last night after a long couple of days, and I’ll post more about it later.

For now let it suffice to say that I’m happy to be home, and feeling good that I made it safely.   I’ll post more about the trip later (probably not until tomorrow) because I have a massive Uhual to unload today, and quite frankly, I’m beat!

Iris

Iris resting

This is (potentially) the newest member of our family, Iris.  She is the service dog that I’ve acquired from CWAC.  She is a 4yr old German Shepard (not sure how pure) that came to CWAC from the Humane Society of Utah.

We only have her for a trial right now, to see if everything goes well while she stays with us.  We’ve had her since Thursday and so far so good.  She is THE most calm, mild mannered dog I have ever seen.   In five days I’ve heard her whimper once or twice, but that is it.  She is most often found in the position shown in the pic, laying at my feet waiting for me to move.

Issues? 

She has been so mellow in fact that we aren’t entirely sure she is healthy.   She honestly only moves when I get up and walk around, and then she simply follows me and lays down again.   Before I decide to keep her I’m going to want to make sure that she is in fact healthy.  I don’t want to train and work with a dog that isn’t going to last for several years.

She is also a picky eater.  CWAC provided me with a bag of dried dog food for the weekend, but she won’t touch it.  The only thing she will eat it seems is canned dog food or meat (we gave her some left over ham).   To feed her an adequate amount of that each day would mean we are spending more on feeding her than we do the kids each day.   If we can’t get her to eat a less expensive type of food then expenses might mean we can’t keep her.

Julie is mildly allergic to dogs.  So her allergies will be a potential issue.  The first day or so she had a fairly bad headache.   A great neighbor came by with some DoTerra oils that Julie has used that seem to have solved that issue.   But it is something to consider as well since those aren’t exactly cheap either.  But that will be the case with any dog, and not solely with this one.

Decisions

So after this trial I’ll get to decide whether to keep Iris or not.  If I keep her I’ll officially adopt her from CWAC.  Then I will continue to train her to meet my specific needs from a service dog (help with PTSD issues including help with public panic attacks and waking me from nightmares).

The name Iris is fairly new to her, so if I keep her I could rename her to something of my choosing.  She’s about 4 yrs old, and we aren’t sure what name(s) she used previously, before ending up at a shelter.  The family that brought her in said they found her and kept her a couple of months.  They named her Iris, but couldn’t afford to keep her.

I wish there were some way to know what she is used to being called.   I’m not a huge fan of the name Iris, so if you have a good name to recommend, feel free.

The kids all love her… some of they too much so.   Little JR thinks she is his personal pillow, horse, trampoline.   It’ll take no small amount of training of him as well I suppose.   They all want to be the next one to take her outside, to hold the leash, to feed her, etc.   Trying to get them to understand that she isn’t exactly a pet will be something we work on.   They are good kids though, so I don’t see any problems.

 

 

 

Long Time Coming

So the reason for this most recent break in posts is that our computer gave up the ghost, and well, I’m just too lazy to go to the public library.

Sorry.

I tried for a week to coax the thing back to life, but to no avail. It had been having issues for about 6 months and is finally beyond the point of no return I’m afraid.

We have acquired a new machine however (thus this post). So stay tuned for the upcoming news.

Running Log: Cross Country 9/12/17

Cross Country Event 9/12/17

Location: Summit Academy Independence, Bluffdale UT

Schools: SA Independence, SA Draper, Ascent Academy (Lehi)

Course: One mile up a slight uphill road, and then one mile downhill to the finish

Jensens

Joshua ran without his kneebrace but took some Ibuprofren before hand this time.  He didn’t complain about his knee at all.  He finished 15th at 14:53.  This is about 20 seconds slower than last race but 2 places higher.  That placement is higher because there were only three school present.

I think he would give more effort if he thought he could “win” but has settled into a slightly slower and easier pace knowing that he can’t actually win.  This is a different type of competition for him and he isn’t used to the idea of compteting against himself or opponents who aren’t right in front of him.  He’s just happy to go his pace.  Which is fine.  I just want him to be happy.  I think he is enjoying the events even though he doesn’t finish first.

Kristie is still the shortest girl I’ve seen run.  I don’t imagine that is fixable either.  She finished in 12th place at 16:25.  That is 2 spots lower in ranking but an almost identical time to last meet’s 16:26.  She knows how fast she can run, sets the rhythm  she can handle, and keeps it going.  For her size (the shortest I’ve seen) and age (a young 6th grader running with 6/7/8 grades) I continue to be impressed by her effort and results.  She is awesome!

It must be in her genes!

Helping Out

I helped out at this race since it was at OUR school.  I volunteered for “crowd control” and used the van to block off the roadway they were running on.  It was a low-key spot without much traffic that was the 1/2 way point in the race.  I mention myself only to tell the story of the bozo who drove right past me and the cones set up.

The van was parked in the middle of the road, blocking one lane entirely and parts of two others (15 passenger vans are long).  On top of that, there were 2 rows of colored cones (yellow, red, blue) all the way across the road to mark the running path for the racers.  I had an orange safety vest hung on the mirror of the van and a big red STOP sign.

A few minutes after I get set up a local PD comes up and tells me he is glad to see me, because he thought HE was going to have to do it.  Instead he went to check on the other sections of road to be closed off.

Really, Guy?

In between the two races (boys and girls) a work truck comes up and sees me, slows down a bit, then guns it and runs right past me and over the cones.   This means he is now cruising down the racetrack that these middle school kids are running on.

Just as he flies by, the local PD officer I had already talked to came up to the intersection from the other direction.  The driver had been so busy scoping me out he didn’t see the cop.  The cop saw him though.  As I stood up and yelled at they guy, this cop flips on his lights, corners around past me as well, and runs the guy down only about 1/4 mile from where he passed me.

Decision Making Process

The cop did what cops do and then came back my direction.  I asked him what excuse the guy had and he tells me, “He said that this wasn’t an official barricade and that he shouldn’t be required to stop.”  I’m not sure if he cited the idiot or not, but apparently he gave him an earful about his decision making process.

Does he typically see citizens blocking off roads for their own amusement/purposes?  The officer was thought he was going  to be here instead of me.  Can I assume that the PD car with lights flashing on top would have made it “an official barricade” to him?  I wonder what he thought he was going to find at the other end?  What would he have done when he ran into a mass of students and parents with no exit but to turn back?

No one was hurt, and no one was even in danger at that time.  I’m glad he didn’t try it with any kids running by.   If they had been running by I assume he would have seen them and been smart enough to realize there WAS a good reason for the road to be blocked off (children’s protection) and have chosen differently.