I declare ,,,,,,,,,,,
I just declare !!!

I declare: that there is no such thing as PTSD. Forthwith, all treatment shall consist of continuous bitch-slapping until you pronounce yourself cured.

Thank you.

The proper usage is "I do declare!" ;)

Your declaration is my everyday reality. Air drying nekkid is one of life's great pleasures. /TMI

You serious? :eyebrow:

I declare that Columbus Day is BACK ON!

Brian uh. Don't act dumb K? Kthxbai.

I declare, from this day forward, that if you borrow something and don't put it back where you A) found it and B) in the condition you found it in; the rightful owner of said item may beat you to within inches of your life with either A) the item if available B) or an item of their choice.

Beaches is the BOMB -runs outside and howls at the setting sun- just 'cause I wanted to :D

I declare that Radar is banned from all internet activities, forever......for the good of mankind.

I declare that I am not now, nor have I ever been, a member of the Communist...wait.

I declare that naughty doggies who steal baby's stuffed animals and bottles should be put in solitary confinement for the rest of the day. >.<

Mostly.

I have a friend who claims PTSD from enemy fire from our Navy days. We were in the same place at the same time on the same ship. I somehow managed to sleep through the "enemy fire" but did stand there and look at the bullet (yes, ONE) hole in the morning. He is now claiming full disability for PTSD. Liar.

He and I met recently and he told me this tale of woe and misery as to why he can't socialize like a normal person. Why he couldn't stay married to his wife (and kid). Why he can't manage to hold a job. Blah blah.

I told him he deserves a good slap and tried to catch him (he runs faster than I) to give him one. I yelled at him that he can't bullshit a bullshitter. I lived with this guy at home and at sea. We experimented with recipes at home and threatened the cooks at sea with summary courts-martial if they didn't learn to cook. We got up to all kinds of trouble in foreign ports. I can do what I did and get away with it. He's not suffering with anything but self-pity and guilt and I know it.

PTSD is nothing more than "battle fatigue" renamed. It's a manifestation of fear that a person is unable to handle. I was there, I was shot at and I handled it just fine. If I ever swapped places with him and he saw me like I see him, he'd do the same. And, unlike him, I'd thank him later.

I get annoyed with people living (read: sponging) off the taxpayers' dollar as he is doing. He deserved a slap or two and I feel like many who "suffer" from the same thing need one also. The shooting is over people! You're home safely. Nothing bad happened to you. Get over it!

Adjust as necessary for people who are still afraid of the hurricane/flood/fire/earthquake/accident etc. It's OVER! YOU'RE FINE! Get on with life already!

I am disabled by illness but do I sit back and live on the dole? No! I went out, got retrained (at my own expense) and found a job that I can still do. Life goes on for us all. I got on and he needs to also.

Sheesh! Have I vented enough, ya think? I'll just get off this soapbox now and quietly get ready to go to Phoenix tomorrow.

Brian

Ouch.

I'm no expert on PTSD but I know people who think the same thing about depression. All I can do is wish it on them. Yes, because I mean enough to do that. It (depression) is not feeling sad, it's not "not coping" with things and it takes the pleasure out of everything, even things you previously loved.

Now no-one told me to snap out of it, but I know it's a common misconception that people can. Like people who claim they have a migraine and carry on working, if you can operate perfectly normally with depression, it doesn't sound like the real thing to me.

I knida wonder whether PTSD is the same thing. I'll bow to Wolf's opinion if she drops by this thread.

Do you need Wolf to tell you Brian is being a dumb ass? Or can I tell you that?
:)