Different people at different times have characterized PTSD differently, and have dealt with it differently, and have treated it differently.
I am not a mental health professional. However, by default, I have had to assist others who deal with PTSD. A little over three years ago, seeking peace and distance from a world I was no longer comfortable with, I found a stretch of the Road Less Traveled and built a home there. My objective in so doing had a lot to do with trying to find a peaceful place to live, having spent my life in less than peaceful (and still lawful) pursuits.
What I found was a community of people not all that unlike me who were doing the same thing that I did. None of us were running away, but many of us were running toward. We wanted to be left alone. It’s not like being a hermit in my case, but living in the remote mountains is its own therapy. I never sought outside help to deal with what you can label as PTSD if you’d like.
Being a good listener has been part of what I do where I live, and people have emerged who have pasts very similar to mine. They all turned to remote America as a refuge from the world.
PTSD is a broad field. A number of people have symptoms in common. Some build psychological walls, some are substance abusers, and some find other ways of coping. Establishing trust among broken people (like myself) has been slow in coming primarily because I haven’t sought that out. In recent cases, it’s been a matter of people with family members who are suffering from loved ones’ severe PTSD. It’s not a position that I’ve sought out. In some cases, the experiences of others have triggered forgotten memories.
I’ve taken the position that I do what I can, as I’m able, with an eye toward not causing harm. (The Chris Kyle experience looms large)
The Cape of Storms
With the ascension of King John II in 1481, Portugal began a new era of exploration and expansion along the West Africa coast, the ultimate goal of which was trade with India and the spices so in demand throughout Europe. Until well into the 17th century, chronic shortages of winter fodder forced European farmers to slaughter large numbers of their cattle each fall, which in turn had to be salted, pickled, or otherwise preserved. Spices such as pepper, cinnamon, mace, and cloves from the Malabar Coast played a crucial role in this yearly cycle of preparing Europe for Winter.
The spices themselves arrived, in the King John era, overland across Asia or through a torturous Red Sea / Mediterranean route, both of which were Muslim controlled, a situation that didn’t sit well with the Christian nations of Western Europe. Seeking an alternate route via the Atlantic seemed just the ticket to breaking the Arab-held monopoly, a choice that served not only to remove Portugal from much of the political backstabbing of Europe affairs at the time but also enabled them to focus on their strength as a nation of shipbuilders and sailors.
Bartholomeu Dias on his Voyage to the Cape
Of the many distinguished captains King John employed, it was Bartholomeu Dias, who finally solved the riddle of Africa’s southern extremity in 1488 and the key to establishing a trade route to India. While searching for the expected great cape, Dias and his tiny fleet were caught in a gale and blown southward for 13 days, after which a port tack brought them to land at Mossel Bay (South Africa) in the Indian Ocean. It was actually during the return leg of the voyage that Dias sighted Cape Agulhas and the cape he was initially seeking, an area so marked by severe weather and difficult sailing he named it Cabo Tormentosa or the Cape of Storms. It was changed to the more familiar Cape of Good Hope upon his return to Portugal, a name selected by King John based on the future riches it was hoped the discovery would bring.
All that History can make you Hungry for hot dogs
The Doomed Moskva