“Opening up” to a stranger is, at best, difficult to do.
Confiding your “war zone” fears with a non-veteran can be worse, unless PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) serves as a bond between a brother and a sister.
That’s how I have come to view my own shortcomings: through the eyes and experiences of trauma “survivors” who faced similar life-altering devastations, but who are now finally able to talk about it for the benefit of all . . .
You’ll see by these comments below that there is no discrimination between man and woman when it comes to PTSD. It is an equal opportunity offender.
How a therapist could hurt someone is beyond my way of thinking.
Don’t people go into that profession to actually “help” other people?
I don’t know; sometimes people with PTSD can learn more from others with the same problems. Not so much that misery likes company, but you’re able find out that your own behavior isn’t so out of whack. The trauma is forcing so many others like us to seek help. Both men and women . . . for a lot of different reasons.
Reading about acts of healing and how to help others can, in itself, help us. But only if we face up to our condition.
I keep trying every day, having some little successes here and there, knowing I’ll probably have this devil called PTSD with me for the duration of my tour here on Planet Earth.