Essay: Affects of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
It was not until the summer of 2008 that I realized that I were destroying my marriage and thus decided to seek medical attention. I would wake up in the dead of the night screaming my heart out in the process waking up my seven-year-old daughter and my wife. I used to call these nightmares but deep inside me, I knew they were not going to end. My wife would threaten to seek separation if I fail to accept that something more than nightmares was wrong with me. I had this thought of maybe my experiences as a child were the one those were affecting since I have been raised in a violent family. Things got out of hand I started being violent on the many occasions she would try to know what was happening. Sometimes I would wake up to be told of how I was cursing and threatening imaginary people during my sleep, something that I would deny completely. Life became unbearable for I could not stand a plane passing above my house for it reminded me of those bomber planes back in the war.
On the day that I came back from Iraq, my daughter was over the moon to see me back but it reached a point where by she would not even accept to be left alone with me. They arranged a party with her friends in school to come and see me after I had come but that happy relationship was nowhere to be found. Sometimes I would be a very happy man but the next minute the happiness would just fade. My wife even would not bring any visitors to our home for she thought that I might spoil their moods. She feared that I may even turn violent on our neighbors and she used to accompany on every place I may decide to go. (Downing 77)