Why PTSD Advocacy?
Today at 2:30 AM Trooper 1st Class, Shaft Hunter, was killed in the line of duty. My husband is retired from being a State Trooper and I'm thankful every day he is not a cop any more. Even though he isn't in that line of work any more he carries scars. Days like today, reminders of his previous career, have a tendency to bring flash backs, nightmares, depression and sometimes panic attacks. When someone thinks of PTSD they more then likely think of Vietnam or a solider who fought over seas during "The War on Terror." I've had family members tell me that my husband needs to just "get over" PTSD and move on. If it were only that easy. Oh how I have wished that he could take some kind of treatment or medicine to "get over" PTSD, like when we do when we have a cold or infection. My husband fought PTSD for years in silence, without the knowledge of what his demon was. His scars are ingrained in his mind, not in his skin. Polic