PTSD, what a fucking pain in the ass. I grew up in trauma; spent 25 years trying to unravel, undo, heal from the trauma…and now I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. While the naming of the “disorder” is new the issues have been with me since forever. How can one grow up in a neighborhood surrounded by violence, neglect, abuse, drug use and come home to a house filled with violence, addiction, mental illness, neglect, sex abuse and not have some fucking DISORDER?
It would have been more beneficial to use my “disorders” in a profitable way…
But instead I chose to be a social worker…to try to help those who had no voice, no money, no power and often times no family. After 17 years reality has given me a dose of DIS-ORDERS… insurance companies are the voice; business owners have the money; capitalism has the power. And I too have no voice, no money, no power and often times no family (because they are also dealing with DISORDERS from trauma).
My windows are not covered with drapes that do not allow for sunshine. In fact, there are no curtains at all and the sun is beaming in. There are only birds chirping now and the neighborhood has not yet awakened to continue with its DISORDERS. So, I get to sit and listen, waiting…there must be a purpose for all these DIS-ORDERS…