I did a post a long while back about how it was like loosing my dearest friend to his PTSD from the Iraq War. I can honestly say even after a year and 4 months it isn’t any easier. Sure my life had to pick up and I had to start living again. It still feels like walking through quick sand on most days. However the one thing I wasn’t prepared for was the ripple of effect all this would have on my children.
See my kids didn’t say much in the beginning. I thought they had been sheltered enough from all this that it wouldn’t have the same effect on them as it did me. Well I was soooo wrong. Here lately they have really been talking about their Uncle Jimmy. Sometimes it is just funny memories they had with him, like when he use to tickle me even though he knew how much I hated it. Then one day it will be full waterworks. My daughter was 11 when he died, I always knew that he would be in her memories. My son had literally just turned 6 years old two days before he passed away. I wondered if he would really remember Jimmy at all.
Like all kids it seems to kinda come out of the blue. One day he asked if we could go to Uncle Jimmy’s house. We explained that Uncle Jimmy’s house was being lived in by someone else now so we couldn’t go there anymore. He got upset and said “that is just disrespectful for someone to live in his Uncle Jimmy’s house”. Now remember he is only 7 now. He is also Autistic and see’s things very black and white. Now he is talking about him a lot. He misses his Uncle Jimmy’s dog, his hugs, and spending time with him. This was their real life hero. This was just not something I truly expected. I try to reassure them everyday they speak about him that he is still with them and just in a different way. My daughter gets that as she is older but my son doesn’t understand that concept. He is to literal for the whole concept of him being a spiritual being now that stays with him but he can’t see him around him. This has hit me like a ton of bricks. I don’t really know how to console him.
This brings to a new phase of grieving… I feel I am no longer grieving my loss but grieving their loss of their hero. I openly talk about my loss with lots of people because so many do not even realize that we lose 22 veterans and 1 active duty service man/woman a day to suicide. That is hard for me to swallow sometimes times when I tell people and they are surprised.
PTSD is a real across the board in all trauma. Whether it be living through a horrific life/death situation, child abuse, rape, car accidents, serving in a war or now we add school shootings. What people don’t understand is PTSD doesn’t simply go away. We only learn to cope and even coping becomes unbearable. These people don’t want to die but when coping becomes to hard it seems that is the only choice in their eyes. They are not cowards, they are tired. The fight has become unbearable for them. The weight of the world has crushed in around them.
Biggest thing I find frustrating is that people get frustrated with them and abandon them. I know from helping my friend it isn’t an easy task to handle. However why do we expect them to hang on if their life lines give up. I also know you can’t will anyone to live either. Man if anyone prayed I did for God to give him the will to live. To place the image of my kids in his mind when he was breaking, for him to get the urge to call me when he seemed hopeless. In the end nothing worked.
What I am more upset about is that the wait for a veteran to get into a therapist can be MONTHS! Why? The gave everything they had of themselves but when we bring them home we only give back a quarter of what they put in with services offered to them through the VA. Then we have high-ranking people in all the branches making them feel like they are bringing shame to their “brothers and sisters” by asking for help. They are showing weakness by reaching out for help for their PTSD. That makes me even more angry. Then when they can’t wait for months for a therapist and commit THEMSELVES they are treated like criminals. I have seen that first hand in the VA in Memphis TN. I will never forget how helpless I felt the day they jerked me out of his arms when all he wanted was me. He called me and asked that I meet him at the VA. When I got there he had a death grip on me, not because he wanted to hurt me. He had me because I could ground him. I could clear the fog at times when he needed it the most. Yet the VA thought their degrees trumped my ability to keep him calm. My ability to help him think clearly. In my opinion the VA has a lot to learn from those of us on the front lines with these brave men and women. The ones that are there day in and day out. But now I gotta figure out what to do next. How do I help this problem. Also how do I navigate my children’s grief. All of this leaves me with this crazy swirling thoughts of “what can I do”. Again here is the ripple effect of loosing someone to suicide. That helpless feeling of “what’s next”.
I know this was long but it is truly what has been going round and round in my head. Sometimes I write letters to him and that helps quite them down for the time being. I just wish there would be answer to the unknown but I know that will never come.