MyPTSD

I can remember: When I was 10-12 years old I got a brand new BMX bike. Ross Snapper II. When riding it one day down the alley of the home I grew up on SW side of Chicago near midway airport. I was approached by two older boys maybe 17-19... They started asking questions about the bike and then sucker punched me right off the bike and stole it.

I can remember being in kindergarten class and asking my teacher (Mrs. Fusco Eberhardt grade school in Chicago) to use the washroom. She said no go sit down. Next thing you know I'm pissing my pants.

When I get home from school I tell my father what happened as I am sobbing heavily. He is furious with the teacher and states he will be going into school with tomorrow morning to speak with the teacher.

I remember that day like it was yesterday and I am now 56 years old. My dad walked in and tore that teacher a new one!! “When my son asks to use the washroom you better let him use it!” I remember this being the first time my fathers anger was being used in my favor...

Today I am going to start writing about all the events that have led to my struggle with PTSD. There are several pages so be sure to click next at bottom of page.