That's a hard story to read, but I hope everyone can take it to heart.
I have lived with my boyfriend for 4 years and he returned from his 4th combat tour two years ago.
PTSD and a back injury have plagued him since his return and I am grateful that he has sought treatment instead of hiding from it.
After 2 years he still wont stay more than 30 minutes at the high school football game because they shoot off fireworks with each touchdown. He had to leave my older son's graduation when the kids started popping balloons. I could go on for days with examples, but am grateful that our life is slowly getting to a new normal.
I never realized how dramatically PTSD affected even the smallest joys in life and hope that the recognition and treatment will continue to progress.
Thank you for sharing....