Showing posts with label risk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label risk. Show all posts

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Day 76: Deploying soldiers with PTSD

I helped out a friend today. She is having a hard time because she is separating from her husband. She is extremely private about their relationship and what is going on with them, but told me that her husband is experiencing bouts of aggression and hostility. He has been deployed twice I think. Even an armchair psychiatrist could take a stab that he has some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or similar combat-related issue.

When she told me that he was deploying again within the month, after depicting his current treatment as significant, I was flabbergasted. He is getting shots of some sort to medicate him and seeing a therapist three times a week. His anger and violence are so bad that she is afraid to let him spend unsupervised time with his own children. But the army is sending him back?

This is a marriage that from an outside perspective was very close and happy just a few short years ago, maybe just a deployment ago. They have a 14 month old son who was very much wanted and planned. So we know they felt their marriage was pretty good as recently as two years ago when he was conceived. In that time frame, her husband has been deployed again. Maybe that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I don't really know their marriage, but I do know that this is someone who is a danger to his own very sweet children and wife and the army is sending him back to war next month.

This is just one story of many. People are coming home from this war broken. And being asked to act as if nothing had happened. While the Army claims they want to support the personnel and make sure help is available, not enough is being done to make the help truly available. The help is never truly private. You are stigmatized and shunned for even inquiring about mental health help. Your career in the military is basically over because you will be over looked for promotion due to the black mark on your record.

So what do people do? They drink and get DWIs. They hit their wives and children because they can't diffuse the anger inside them. They self-destruct with money, drugs, women. They pull the trigger of a gun pointed at their heads. And the army throws its hands up and says, "WHY?!?!?"

Seriously? Whose head is up their ass? You can't ask people to go through over and over and over what they do and not offer them real therapy and help with TRUE PRIVACY. In fact, the help should probably be somewhat mandatory. If you've done a tour with any action, you have to attend some sort of session once a week or month to talk about what you saw, felt, missed from home, etc. It can't hurt. Then the therapists can see people who might need extra help and target them without the stigma.

The government is talking a lot about cutting military pay. But the truth is our service members are sacrificing more than just time, safety, comfort. They are sacrificing their sanity. As I found in an article by Belleruth Naparstek much earlier this deployment that almost 100% of soldiers will experience PTSD symptoms after a single combat action or stressor situation (often witnessing bomb blasts or car crashes that are not active combat scenarios). They they experience it close to every day while deployed. More needs to be done to help soldiers deal with the absolutely normal reaction of horror and self-loathing and anger and fear that follows combat. While researching this blog, I came across an article from last fall. So much of what needs to be said, of what I wanted to say is in this article. Much of this article sounded like it was coming straight from my head.

US soldier refused Afghan deployment over PTSD

I understand that if soldiers can claim to have invisible symptoms of post traumatic stress to avoid deploying, some might, a few would. The Army had many soldiers use "being gay" to get released from service commitments. So they have to err on the side of being strict about allowing soldiers to use PTSD to avoid deployments. But when a soldier shows such significant and obvious symptoms, is being treated in what in my humble lay opinion is a quite serious manner, someone needs to raise a red flag and say, "No, this isn't OK!" Deploying a soldier who is obviously so wounded that he has destroyed the one thing that once mattered to him more than his own life, just doesn't make sense.

Is this soldier going to make sound split-second decisions in the field? Is he going to be a supportive team member for his other soldiers? Is his anger going to make the life of his roommate miserable and add exponential stress on another soldier trying to cope with an unstable, hostile, and depressed roommate? My husband had a roommate like that two deployments ago, and that was harder on him than the war. He had nowhere safe to withdraw or unwind. His room was a torture chamber full of hidden land mines and violence. I didn't know if he was going to be able to stand it for the year. He called me at the end of his rope many times because he couldn't handle it and wanted to be a good friend, but the psychotic episodes were dangerous, were seeping into their work and weren't healthy.

Post Traumatic Stress is a real issue. Why are we allowing the military to treat it any less than the very serious issue it is. The service members need access to true help without stigma and without the loss of face/honor within their ranks. And why are we allowing them to send sick men to war? where their stress makes them a risk to themselves and everyone around them? I wouldn't want him standing next to my husband! You?

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Day 143: Too soon

Today, I was trying to make some inroads into clearing out Lil Bit's drawers of things she has outgrown. I have a friend who is pregnant with a girl and I was starting to sort through items that I could give to her, everything from brand new items my daughter never got to wear (or even got washed to wear) and lightly worn items.

Babies grow so fast that their clothes barely get much wear. Especially my Lil Bit has been given so many clothes, she wasn't even able to wear most things twice in her first few months. I've already sorted and passed on boxes to my step-daughter who had a baby in November and my babysitter who had a baby this winter. I kept a few items because I couldn't bear to part with, but I can't keep just boxes and boxes of baby clothes.

My husband and I haven't talked at length, but we're on different sides of this conversation. Lil Bit's first year has gone too fast. I have been tired, frustrated, beat on my feet, but have grown more and more in love with this tiny person every day. I am getting teary eyed thinking about her turning one because I don't want her to stop being a baby just yet. I am loving this baby stage despite the difficult first three months.

This afternoon she started getting cranky, and I realized it was her nap time. I thought about taking her into her crib, but wanted to savor these all too preciously few moments, so I held her until she fell asleep and rocked her for awhile. I kissed her cheek and sang to her. I guess I just realize that this may be my only baby and it is almost over all too soon. I almost teared up just watching her sleep, my angelic, little, sweet baby face.

I know my husband has two older children and has been doing this for awhile. He isn't really a baby person anyways. I certainly don't want another child if he is truly opposed to the idea, but I'm not sure that I am ready to let go of the possibility of another baby.

Parenting is a long commitment, and we both have to be in agreement to welcome another child into our family. God certainly blessed us beyond what we deserve with our sweet Lil Bit, but I would like to remain open to the idea of another child coming into our family. I know this is a long conversation and we got really lucky with what a great baby she is. There is no guarantee that we'd get just as lucky a second time around or be in a position to parent another child at our ages. I am not even sure that I can't be happy with just one itty bitty around the house.

I just don't feel done. I would really like to consider another baby. I don't know that my husband feels the same. Right now, I just want to pray about it. If it is meant to be, God is gonna have to drop this one almost at the door stork style. Please, dear reader, take a second and send up prayers for God to answer a prayer for discernment and wisdom regarding another child, prayers that if He has another baby in our future, that he bashes us over the head with His intentions.

We've talked about Foster to Adopt, but that is a complicated issue. Some friends of ours adopted this sweet little boy several years ago and he has become the bane of their existence. I know they love him deeply, but he ended up having ADHD to an extreme I've never seen after 16 years of teaching and other psychological issues. While having children is always a lottery whether they are genetically yours or someone else's, people who have had their children removed from their home, tend to have issues, probably didn't take care of a pregnancy ideally, if at all.

Life is very complicated and children are messy, time consuming, expensive, frustrating, beautiful, curious, amazing, fantastic. Sigh, what to do? Pray, pray, pray. God certainly answered quickly in spades when he brought us Lil Bit. But I will save all the drama of that story for her birthday. 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Day 346: Autumn Promises

A former student of mine said she read this today and it was something special to her. It is a good reminder to me as well, that I need to take risks too. Life get shorter and shorter everyday. Hope you enjoy!

Autumn Promises
A crisp apple wind
causes rust colored leaves to stutter step
down graying blacktop
and across deep green lawns.
The September air is warm in the bright afternoon sun,
but betrayed by the undercurrent of autumn
trailing the heat,
and for a moment
I can almost feel an old flannel shirt
and hear the high school band over the cheers at the football game.
I feel myself tumbling
like the leaves
back to those minutes
where everything was as fresh and new
as I was,
new folders and notebooks
waiting for me to write in them,
a new year of promises
daring to be kept,
where life was something waiting for me
instead of a pathway of regret
trailing behind me.
I also remember
being afraid
of what life would bring after the safe cocoon of high school,
so I found cocoon,
after cocoon,
to encase myself,
as if I could protect myself from risk,
from failure
finding hollow victories in being just good enough
to get by
without putting too much of myself on the limb,
but realizing now that the regrets that trail me
are more the regrets of what I didn't do,
the risks I wouldn't take,
the life I was afraid to lead.
I pull the sharp, cool air into me
with all of its hope
daring to believe,
that I can now write the pages of my future,
breaking out of my safety chrysalis
and emerge the butterfly I was always supposed to be,
casting off the past,
its hurts and failures,
willing to risk what I am afraid to lose,
in the hopes that next fall
I will again be that girl with the cotton candy dreams
and tomorrows lining up before her
breathless for each challenge and
grateful for the wonder of each day
in the crisp apple wind.