Living with PTSD

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A knock at the door

So, as I was saying, there is a knock at my door and my boyfriend starts talking frantically "the police are at the door" he says. I call my mother, who only lived a few houses away from me, opened the door and talked to the police. They inquired as to what was going on because someone called in a... Sign in to see full entry.

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A knock at the door

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Over the years of being divorced (prior to my husband's cowardly escape from life), I went to school for Electrical Engineering Technology while working full time as an electronic assembler making only $ 5.25 per hour and hoping to get the mere $ 100.00 per month child support (it didn't even pay... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Before my discharge (that I didn't want)

My Husband filed for divorce, causing me to lose my chance at becoming a computer operator in a top secret field, thus I didn't complete my extension, the Navy didn't keep their promise and I was discharged. I went home to live with my parents for moral, financial, and emotional support with my son.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Ok, now where was I? Oh yea, Had I been hiding the past 20 years of my life? I thought so,but as I continued to the therapist and was answering her questions, my way of living unfolded right before my eyes. There was an explanation for me visualizing my husband everywhere I went, there was a reason... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

April 2001

I am going to tell you a story in journal form starting in April of 2001. It was a warm and sunny spring day,I went to work as usual (I was a teacher at ITT Technical Institue, my main population of students were male. When I first started working there in June 2000, this was not a problem. However,... Sign in to see full entry.

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