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I wish I had known long ago the causes of my unpredictable anger and simmering rage.
After combat I spent years with a very volatile temper. I never knew when I would go off. The level of my anger was frightening to me and those around me. The smallest things would trigger a fit of anger. I threw things, broke things, and scared a lot of ppl with that anger. Fortunately, I didn't harm anyone physically. At some point I was able to bury the anger along with a lot of the memories of combat. Since then, I've only been visibly angry one time, and then it took me about 3 days to calm down from the adrenalin and nervous upset. But the rage is still there. People don't see it unless they know me really well. The most visible sign is how I shut down and go silent. There is probably some indication of it in my eyes, but only those who know my eyes best can tell it. The rage is brought to the front with many sounds, not just the sounds of war, but loud sounds and those of certain frequencies make that rage race along the inside of my biceps and forearms. I can feel it in the backs of my knees and on the inside of my thighs. My chest tightens and my stomach muscles try to force me into action. My forehead throbs, and my palms sweat. It's not just sounds that trigger this. I've tried to quit watching the news, but it is surprising just how much news we get even if we try to avoid it. The triggers are in the news about the war, street crime, killings, disasters. I just feel that I should be able to do something about all of this. That someone should take charge and fix things. *tears Small things, too. Like the sound of a fork on a plate. Background chatter. Sirens. Helicopters. Jets. rock music -- the kind that was popular when I was at war and upon return. screaming children whose parents won't handle the situation...they usually don't need much, just a little attention, or a diaper, or food or something that can be taken care of for them ... it is probably more the lack of attention for the child more than the screaming that gets to me. Like in a store yesterday where I could hear the child screaming all over the store ... all the 2 yr old wanted was to ride in the cart. And I talk to myself, saying "this is ok. It will pass. Calm down. It means nothing. you'll be ok." Sometimes I'm tempted to return to the former visible anger just to make a statement. Instead, I let the anger race around in my system. If adrenalin and anger hormones could fuel a car, I could go to the moon and back on what I've wasted. Is this what I was trained for? *tears
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hi Troy : )
i havent read a lot of this forum, i'm very glad to see you've found a place you can express yourself here and recieve the support from others, we all deserve support as we grow and work thru some of our issues from the past... your last statement in the post above caught my eye, i'm always interested in sources of energy... its a very good statement: </font><blockquote><div id="quote"><font class="small">Quote:</font> Sometimes I'm tempted to return to the former visible anger just to make a statement. Instead, I let the anger race around in my system. If adrenalin and anger hormones could fuel a car, I could go to the moon and back on what I've wasted. </div></font></blockquote><font class="post"> i know in my case, ive tried very hard to re-channel the anger and sadness ive felt into something more positive, which is what i feel you're doing here by sharing with us the real feelings you have, have had.. you matter also and i wish you hope and peace on your path always... |
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It's important, no matter how long it's been, to begin treatment for PTSD. It doesn't go away by itself, and often continues to cause problems, sometimes increasingly, through time.
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I am glad you have not hurt anyone physically in result of this. At least be thankful for that.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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