Stigma

The stigma of PTSD lives on. My family has learned not to disclose too much information to people because once they hear PTSD, they treat you differently. Our kids are finally able to make some friends, and hopefully the friendships will last.

We have moved several times, and each time we've moved someone always asks, "What's wrong with him?" First of all, there are too many disabling conditions to list and secondly, it's none of their business. So the reply has been, "He's not doing well," and then maybe we'll add just enough information about the visible physical ailments to quench their curiosity.

Then there are the questions from the family--they believe it's all in his head. You know, the "Man Up," or "Shake it off!" comments--these get to be annoying. Just because PTSD is not a disease you can see does not mean that it's not real and doesn't exist. Believe me, I've tried the denial route, and it didn't last long at all. PTSD is reality in our lives.

Okay, I just needed to vent for a moment. I'm done now and heading back to bed.

Pleasant Dreams,
the PTSD Widow