I never know what will trigger my husband’s PTSD. Recently he turned on the television and saw this man get spit on.
It turned my calm husband into a very angry and unhinged man. When he returned home from a war, he was drafted into and suffered greatly from, Jane Fonda and friends greet them on the tarmac to spit on them. They hadn’t been warned that they were coming home to a country who had many people prepared to tear them down. Just that small clip took he right back to that tarmac.
He screamed at me. “We didn’t ask to go. We didn’t volunteer. We were just out of high school. They should have told us we were coming home to a country that hated us for serving honorably and not running away.”
I left the house and spent the night elsewhere hoping today I would see a calmer man. Not so.
I will stay as long as I can be a help and not a victim of rage.
I wish people would think about what their actions may do to people they don’t even know.
To the man who did the spitting. “Thanks for taking away 20 years of healing and opening the wound.”