I had a dream last night — a nightmare, actually — that reminded me of something.
PTSD: post traumatic stress disorder
The label “PTSD” itself is overwrought, as if having it applied to you is a death sentence. The term sounds like part of a bureaucratic nightmare of Byzantine gotchas, where no matter what you say or do, someone with power over you will find some reason to oppress you. The people who came up with this system are not your friends. They will use you to squeeze funding out of government and private charities and, having once gotten those resources, will keep you trapped in the system in order to keep them flowing.
That’s not a quote from someone else, but it reflects the kind of thinking you should expect from people with PTSD. The business of testing and treating for PTSD is organized in a way that makes you think everyone in the system is a victim of PTSD themselves. They claim to have goals, as if there is an endpoint to which they are steering their clients, hoping the victims will someday reach stability. But the goals are tainted deeply with impossibilities. The model for sanity is itself insane.
It’s the same bizarre mindset that comes with a certain school of thought associated with substance abuse treatment. If you have ever talked much with someone who is a true believer in the Twelve Step Program, you know what I mean. Once they get a single hook into your life, you can never escape. They’ll keep yanking that hook, insisting you are one of their kind, with some kind of abuse syndrome that simply must surrender to the treatment program. And they have an inside line with government and law enforcement; the whole thing is a madhouse.
I’ve worked in law enforcement and government bureaucracy. I’ve experienced this first hand. The mainstream “help” is the last thing you should trust. Their whole world stands firmly on the foundation of dragging you into a prison and keeping you there until you die.
It’s shockingly rare when someone with PTSD comes to a place where they can function and hold their own, same as alcoholism, sex offender disorders, etc. The people who run the system understand those maladies just enough to use them as leverage for empowering themselves, because they are all victims themselves of some serious disorder. They must seize some kind of power any way possible in order to feel safe. Good moral people avoid having control over others.
The treatment model is itself detached from reality.
Granted, it should be obvious to you by now that I have suffered trauma of this sort, and have endured a system that pretended it wanted to make things better. All the good help I got came from outside the system. Rather than regale you with tales of the bad experiences, let’s talk about how I escaped: the miracle of a tiny rare breed of people who walk in humility and faith.
God does have His divine agents working in this world. The vast majority of them operate outside of systems. People within the system tend to have their faith stolen away from them. Their spiritual and moral sensibilities get cauterized to the point it all stops working. I’ve seen this first hand, experienced it myself internally. It can take a long time to remove that scar tissue.
The system itself generates the PTSD experience. It promotes people who are so deeply damaged themselves that they become experts at destroying sanity, sniffing it out like bloodhounds. They will seek to traumatize everyone who presents the least evidence of good moral character. Do you ever wonder where the fictional image of zombies comes from, those creatures that seek to infect you with the same madness that has already killed them? That image comes from the twisted minds of Americans.
It is not possible to verbally delineate an antidote. I suppose if you and I were talking face to face, it might be possible to take you by the hand and walk you partway out of the prison. The best I can offer you on a blog is the assurance that escape is possible because I’ve escaped. You must take the steps yourself, but instead of someone like me painting them on the floor for you, all I can do is point you in a direction.
More to come…
