I spent a lot of time walking around Houston in the middle '80s with
many of the symptoms of PTSD, and didn't know it. I was having
flashbacks - of occurrences I didn't remember. I felt like the man in
the Bourne Identity with amnesia, who was getting glimpses of his past
- a past he could not recall. Sometimes it was like feeling memories -
like I was somewhere else living through something. But I had no idea
what was going on, and it was terribly frustrating and confusing.
I would disassociate under stress - I would emotionally numb out,
feel like I was up in a corner of the room watching events, totally
apart from what was happening. I had a sleep pattern where I would go
to bed at 11 PM nice and tired, suddenly pop awake and be wide awake
until 3 AM. I had outbursts of anger that were way out of proportion
to the event that might have triggered my explosion. I had
hypervigilance - I called it my "on patrol" mentality, where I was
alert with all my threat detectors going off - but not sure why. I had
an exaggerated startle response - slip up behind me and poke me in the
ribs and I was like someone jolted with electricity. I had stomach
problems a lot, feelings of guilt and shame, feelings of betrayal,
suicidal thoughts, struggles with substance abuse.
I had all these things going on, and one time in the library found a
discussion of this thing called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - only
recently recognized as a formal diagnosis. The short definition was -
exposure to a traumatic event in which the person experienced,
witnessed or was confronted with an event that involved actual or
threatened death or serious injury, and the person's response involved
intense fear, helplessness or horror. That definition, with all the
associated symptoms, sure looked like what I was experiencing.
The puzzling thing was - I didn't have a traumatic event I could point to that might have triggered all of those symptoms.
That was the state I was in when the events in my book Freedom's Just Another Word began.
I spent a lot of time walking around Houston in the middle '80s with
many of the symptoms of PTSD, and didn't know it. I was having
flashbacks - of occurrences I didn't remember. I felt like the man in
the Bourne Identity with amnesia, who was getting glimpses of his past
- a past he could not recall. Sometimes it was like feeling memories -
like I was somewhere else living through something. But I had no idea
what was going on, and it was terribly frustrating and confusing.
I would disassociate under stress - I would emotionally numb out,
feel like I was up in a corner of the room watching events, totally
apart from what was happening. I had a sleep pattern where I would go
to bed at 11 PM nice and tired, suddenly pop awake and be wide awake
until 3 AM. I had outbursts of anger that were way out of proportion
to the event that might have triggered my explosion. I had
hypervigilance - I called it my "on patrol" mentality, where I was
alert with all my threat detectors going off - but not sure why. I had
an exaggerated startle response - slip up behind me and poke me in the
ribs and I was like someone jolted with electricity. I had stomach
problems a lot, feelings of guilt and shame, feelings of betrayal,
suicidal thoughts, struggles with substance abuse.
I had all these things going on, and one time in the library found a
discussion of this thing called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - only
recently recognized as a formal diagnosis. The short definition was -
exposure to a traumatic event in which the person experienced,
witnessed or was confronted with an event that involved actual or
threatened death or serious injury, and the person's response involved
intense fear, helplessness or horror. That definition, with all the
associated symptoms, sure looked like what I was experiencing.
The puzzling thing was - I didn't have a traumatic event I could point to that might have triggered all of those symptoms.
That was the state I was in when the events in my book Freedom's Just Another Word began.