Take Each Day By Day

Ok not really, that is a little dramatic but it did occur to me recently that I have referenced my husband's PTSD several times without actually addressing it directly.  So rather than put words in his mouth, or in this case type my own ideas on things (that can be a whole separate post...) here are his words directly. Hope they clear up a bit more of the journey we are on and help anyone out there who is suffering. His background is a sad but all too familiar one of giving his life up to serve and help others. Entering a job whilst practically a baby and although he smashed it and was a success in terms of patient treatment and team player the demons he was already exposed to took advantage of the horrors that we only hear or read about.  Here is his most recent post from his facebook page Racing REHAB. "Mental Health awareness is front row and centre at the moment and I can safely say that if you are struggling mentally in Australia there is so much help...

My husband recently rang me after running some errands with our son. He was very frazzled and needed some calming down. Our darling ASDer had tested his limits in the shopping centre walking in strange patterns and running into people. My husband was carrying the groceries and couldn't quite keep up and got very annoyed at our child's lack of direction or walking in a straight line. Or looking up for that matter. I talked him through it (my husband has PSTD, so things like this can set him off) and agreed that D was a monster to take on errands and that he was ok at being frustrated at the whole experience.  After that event, I visited the same shopping centre and found myself looking at the ground. I asked my husband who was with me if D had been walking like this and proceeded to walk in diagonal lines seeming haphazard but actually in a set pattern. My husband watched me and said yes that was exactly what he had been doing. I pointed out th...

I had a conversation with a neighbour a few days ago and it's both annoyed and complexed me. He had heard through the rumour mill that I was a teacher. He asked my husband whilst he was mowing the lawn if I could help his daughter with maths. Rather than turn him away my husband called me out and I got stuck in an awkward and strange conversation. After I explained that I was an English teacher and thoroughly reassured him this meant I really couldn't help with maths (" so you can't like just tutor some maths?") (" no really I'm actually pretty bad at maths") he asked me if I know any maths teachers.  Contrary to popular belief teachers don't know every teacher on the coast  and we don't all hang out together in a room doing weird teacher things (at least I don't!), the only maths teacher I know is the one who I work with. Now although she is a fabulous maths teacher as a full time teacher and full time mum and travelling 40 minutes to...

What a beautiful, peaceful place to stop at!! Super lucky!!