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PTSD Is No Respecter of Persons 11/8/2015 1:10:49 PM
We live in a world filled with people who are extremely fragile. Many suffer from PTSD diagnosed and not diagnosed. The journey in life has its lumps and bumps along the road. It hurts and often times we do not know what to do with pain. We suffer quietly. Ever since I was a child, I always wondered why people were so unhappy. I watched my family and other families experience so much unhappiness and emotional pain often. I remember when I finally saw my father cry. His mother died of cancer. He was never the same nor was our family. When my grandmother was alive, the Fields family was strongly bonded together and supported each other through thick and then. Grandmother’s death meant the end of family support. No one was the same, I mean no one.
As quiet as it is kept, we all suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Once grandma was buried, we had to go on as though she never existed. We just didn’t talk about it. Granddaddy seems to have taken it the hardest heart attack after heart attack until he eventually died. Her children who were my generation’s parents ended up practically without parents. Our parents were zombies on the road to self-destruction. You see back then African Americans did not seek counselling. They just acted like not anything happened.
When my grandma died, no one asked me how I felt. No one embraced me and told me everything is going to be alright. And no one told me what I was feeling was normal which was abandonment. My grandma was the only person in my life that ever seemed happy to see me. She was gone and there was not anything I could do about it. I still had to eat my lunch and go to school.
