With my PTSD I live in two consciousnesses. One you can see on the surface and the second running full time in the background that may not be as obvious.
Here is an illustration of how a routine casual conversation goes for me. My words and thoughts are in all caps.
Friend, "Hello Dave. How are you?
Me, "I AM WELL THANKS."
Friend, "Hey I had a great vacation last week."
Yeah, I took my family down to Gulf Port.
We met some other family there from...SAY?
The weather there during our stay was...JUST SAY?
I did a little deep sea fishing there...HE JUST SAY??
I caught a Grouper, Red Snapper,...DID HE JUST SAY?
We were out about 12...WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?
Yur fdrwt vfhty zswqy...NOW CONCENTRATE AND LISTEN TO WHAT HE IS SAYING?
Grftu jnkfl vgrws mnkp...WHAT IF HE ASKS ME A QUESTION?
Hgds vgdtru bgdwqa nkplyr jkyt...OH NO. I AM COMPLETELY GONE NOW.
Gbtry cfgdryt hbjkumn fgdrtey lkjmnhg...HOW CAN I GET OUT OF THIS GRACEFULLY?
A collection of original poetry from a Vietnam War Veteran, David Rose, who is diagnosed with PTSD by the Veterans Administration. Some of these poems are very personal and dark while others are lighter, but I wanted to make them available to the public as an educational tool to everyone who is interested. The poems are copyrighted, but can be used for any nonprofit reason with credits. It is my sincere wish that someone will find these heart-felt writings useful.
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