(Originally published 23 July 2013)
Saturday (20-Jul-13) was a busy day. It was also day that highlighted the best and worst sides of my condition(s). To fill you in, I’ve been getting treatment for my PTSD for a couple of months now. It has helped me so much, but there is still a way to go (I’ll ‘talk’ more about it in a future post) and Saturday morning was the positive side of it.
On the way to get my son’s hair cut, our car broke down. It’s been a VERY long time since I’ve had a car I was driving breakdown. It’s not something you even see a lot of with modern cars these days (or have I just been lucky?). Normally, such a relatively simple event like that would have sent me into a irrational freak out (aka panic attack….if you’ve no experience of them I appreciate how daft that sounds…that’s panic attacks not break-downs!). I think part of it was that I didn’t have time to think about it, my wife was doing all the panicking for me. Somehow all my stressors had been transplanted into her. Granted it didn’t last as long, reach the same levels of anxiety or result in tears flowing like a geyser but she’s only a beginner!
For me though it felt like a small win. Not the type that results in a little band appearing on a table and playing some tunes like those lucky people who quit smoking, but I felt good. Feeling good is nice, however long it lasts.
(You get 10 'Men Tell' Points if you guessed it was a snapped throttle cable)