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I want to start this journal of mine by saying “Welcome” to everyone! My name is Rebecca also called “Becky or Bec” by my family and friends. This is my little part of the world where I can share what life is like living beside PTSD chronic, Depressive Disorder (formally diagnosed as Conversion Disorder), and other disabilities. I’m not a doctor or in any medical field, I’m “just” a spouse 😉 . No one ever expects life to turn out certain ways, especially when mental illnesses become a part of it, but my family is living proof that even with these illnesses involved life does NOT end. It takes learning, coping skills, educating, and adjusting …but life DOES still exist 😉

My husband served proudly for this country of red, white, and blue …and asked for nothing in return. The result…he suffers from these illnesses which effect his everyday life. You know what, he would do it all again for each and every one of us! I stand proud of him and always will. Together we chose to no longer remain in the shadows and silent. Instead, we do share our life story in hopes it will help another individual or family make it through another day and to even be able to carry a smile with it 🙂 NO ONE deserves to stand alone!

See, PTSD and other mental illnesses do not pick a nation, skin color, adult or child, they are not only military related, and do not choose an age. My belief is it does happen to what I call “the best of the best”, the strong ones. I have found that in the world of PTSD you will find the most understanding, compassionate, and caring people that would give you the shirt off their own back if they could. I find it sad that these very people are the ones judged and carrying the stigma that goes with mental illnesses/disorders. They didn’t ask for this to happen, just as a person fighting cancer or one whom has lost a leg did not ask for it, it just happens.

YOU being here and reading this is a huge step no matter where you stand on the subject. You might be the one suffering from it, the spouse/partner, the parent, the child, the relative, the friend, the one that is just curious, or even the one that does not believe it exists. Fact is, you are here and that means something to the world. TOGETHER each and every one of us CAN make it through life living with or beside PTSD… 🙂

I Welcome you to my story, our story… “A Spouse’s Story…PTSD”,


Out of the mouth of babes…

Out of the mouth of babes.

 My daughter who is 11 y.o. was talking to one of her teachers when another teather with a service dog for balance walked by. My daughter told the teacher “that is a service dog”. The teacher looked at her and asked how she knew that. She told him that her mom trains dogs. She said they continued to talk about it and the teacher started asking her questions. He asked what else does your mom do? She said “she mows yards sometimes”. I could tell by what she was telling me that the teacher’s curiosity was on the service dog. My daughter in the conversation finally added that “mom is training a service dog right now” The teacher then asked her, “well, what does your dad (referring to step-dad Craig) do?” She told him he doesn’t work, he has PTSD and goes to the VA”. The teacher looked at her and said, “PTSD? You mean Post Traumatic Stress Disorder” She said yes, that is what he has and he goes to the VA a lot for it. Mom is training a PTSD Dog for him. The teacher asked her some questions about if he was military and what branch etc. and about PTSD, and my daughter responded with “He was in the Navy, he is jumpy at noises and things like that, you don’t walk up behind him or spook him because he will jump”. So my daughter in short was telling the teacher about PTSD. The teacher asked what they do at the VA. She said she wasn’t sure exactly what but they are there to help him. At the end of their talk the teacher said to her, “My friend has PTSD”. …I shared this story rather the wording is completely correct to their conversation or not who knows, out of the mouth of a child you know, but it shows that even a child can teach others about PTSD and everything she told us was correct bases around PTSD and what a person is like. She enjoyed telling her teacher about it and was proud to tell us about it after school. She is one of the good kids out there, great grades and conduct, and a great example to others. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when this conversation took place, even just to see the expression on the teacher’s face when she said the things she did. We are so proud of her! And this shows that children CAN adapt to life with a PTSD parent/step-parent…and still wear a smile on their face and love in their heart 🙂


A Spouse’s Story PTSD

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