What does that mean? I feel like the Tazmanian Devil sitting here bouncing in my chair and I want to jump up and down on this man's head.
I had PTSD. I came home from work and found my 27 year old daughter dead on the floor. I cannot describe the hell I went through until I finally got help almost two years later. I would drive home from work, about 25/30 minute ride, and not remember any of the drive. Don't know why I didn't kill myself or someone else. Intrusive thoughts? I would be sucker punched in the gut with the memory coming back, again and again. I still remember sitting on my deck and the emt's came out and there was nothing they could do, screaming no, no, nooo.
I went to the movies with one of my daughters and grandkids. We saw the Harry Potter movie where they were competing for an award and Voldemort killed one of the boys. Cannot for the life of me remember his name. Anyway, when Harry brought his body back, the boys father started yelling "My boy, my boy" when he saw he was dead. His voice was tormented. I started sobbing in the theater and my not too empathetic daughter was embarrassed. I raced back to my computer and warned other parents on the website Parents of Suicide that they would not get blindsided like I did.
It just makes me so angry that this "unusual man" is twisting PTSD for his disgusting client. I hope there is a special place in hell for the whole group of them. Sorry for venting.
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