I am a 40 year old mother, wife, and disabled veteran of the US Army. It has taken me a long time to get to the point where I could share this story. This may be triggering for some, and I apologize, but it is something I need to get out of my head.
I was a medic in the Army, as such, while I never had to pull the trigger; I had to see the aftermath of war. It didn’t matter what side they were on out there…once they came through the doors of our hospital, we had to treat them all the same. It didn’t matter whether they were combatants, innocent bystanders or children who were caught in the crossfire, when they came through our doors, they were a patient. Period. It’s the children who stay with me. I can still see their sweet faces, along with all the medical accoutrements that were needed for their individual medical needs. They have never aged. In my mind they are still the same now as they were then…sweet, innocent, and in need of our help. For all the varying opinions of what we were doing in Iraq and why, the one thing I can say is that I made a positive difference. I did my best to harm none and other than one altercation (with another soldier), I never laid an angry hand on another person.
I have friendships that have lasted till this very day. We have become sisters. We have been through so much together and have helped each other become stronger in the process. They are the reason that I will never regret my service. It is the hardest thing I have ever done, the one accomplishment of which I am the most proud….but the one thing I will never do again (even if I were physically able).
The reason I would never serve again is simple…the culture which permeates throughout the entire military complex is one in which women are objects. If we are lucky, we are seen as “one of the guys”. We are told from day one that we are not “females”, we are “Soldiers/Marines/etc.”. This should have been my first clue, but I was too proud that I was continuing the family tradition of service. During my first enlistment, I had an NCO who would verbally berate me, wrote me up for the slightest infraction, and literally made my life hell. Within thirty minutes of arriving to work, this man would have me in tears. One day, I finally worked up the courage (or was pissed off enough) to ask him outright, “Why do you hate me so much?” His reply was “Because you’re a female in that uniform!”. Needless to say, as soon as that day’s ass-chewing was over, I asked to take a break and instead of getting something to eat, I went straight to the Chief Wardmaster’s office and told them everything that had been happening. He was immediately escorted from the ward and received a 72 hour psych discharge. I had incidents with other male NCO’s but none as severe as this and all were seemingly karmic-ly returned to the perpetrator.
Unfortunately, my commander in the National Guard who was a problem as well. At first he was a little too friendly…when the level of friendliness was not reciprocated, his demeanor changed. By the time it was all said and done, I had the sworn statements of my entire squad, platoon sergeant, and several other members of my platoon stating that the commander had been singling me out for punitive reasons. I took all of these to the Battalion Commander. Since this was a very new unit, I was (in my opinion) nice enough to ask for an Honorable Discharge from the National Guard in exchange for not pressing Sexual Harassment charges against him. It was granted.
After 9/11, I reenlisted in the US Army. I was stationed at Ft. Campbell, Ky. in the 86th Combat Support Hospital. Four months after I went back to active duty I was sexually assaulted by another NCO (not in my unit). I had met him online and had talked for several months. During an ice storm, he had even crashed in my barracks room and was a PERFECT gentleman (he even folded up his blankets after sleeping on the floor and left without waking me up). The night of the assault (Friday), I had been the designated driver for some new members of the unit. I ran into him at the club and he was obviously intoxicated. After ensuring that he was not driving, he said he had nowhere to crash. I told him if he couldn’t find anywhere safe to stay, he was welcome to crash in my room again. Thinking he would be the same gentleman who I had helped before, I foolishly left my door unlocked.
I was still recovering from a pretty bad case of bronchitis and had taken some medication with Codine and fallen asleep. When I awoke, he was on top of me. Every time I protested, he would bite me. Eventually, he pinned my arms above my head with the pillow over my face. I was too petrified to scream anyway. I did not want everyone else in the barracks to know what was happening to me. I was ashamed and mortified. I don’t remember most of the rape. I do remember that when he was finished, he rolled over and fell asleep. I don’t know how long it was before I attempted to move. I was terrified. Eventually I was able to get out of my bed, but instead of going and telling someone, or simply calling the police myself, I fell asleep in the corner of my room on the floor.
On Monday I tried to go to work, teaching a combat lifesavers course. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing; I couldn’t focus on the material I had known like the back of my hand. At lunch, I told one of the other soldiers that I was going to go talk to our platoon sergeant. He could tell something was terribly wrong, and eventually I told him I was raped. My platoon sergeant was a good man who always had my best interests in mind…the real definition of a leader. By regulations, he had to report the assault. I spent the next several hours at the ER and then at the CID office being interrogated. Yes, interrogated…as if I were the one who did something wrong. The next day, I was brought back to the CID offices and interrogated again. By the time it was all said and done, it was beyond obvious that they were not going to prosecute my rapist. Exhausted, exasperated, and defeated I uttered the words that I knew would make the interrogations end. I told them “Fine, he didn’t rape me. Can I go home now?” I was allowed to go. I was so humiliated that I couldn’t even look my platoon sergeant in the face. The way I was treated by the CID agents (male and female) made me feel far worse than my rapist
The next day my unit informed me that I was to report to JAG…CID wanted me prosecuted for attempting to make a “false sworn statement”. Thankfully, the JAG lawyer listened to my story and was immediately swayed to not only choose not to pursue charges against me, but to fight on my behalf. She was a bull dog! She went up her chain of command, which then went DOWN the CID chain of command. The soldier who raped me said it was consensual…but he was married. JAG wanted him charged with adultery (there are still regulations against adultery in the Uniform Code of Military Justice). However, CID and his unit did nothing. He wasn’t punished in any way. Needless to say, it shattered my faith in the military justice system. I tried attending the rape survivors group on base. Of the seven other women there, six were assaulted on base and every single one of them had the same exact experience with CID. None of our attackers were prosecuted.
I have since been through countless hours of “therapy”, numerous medications, diagnosed with PTSD, and now have a service dog. I have recently returned to college and I’m slowly gaining my life back, though it will never be the same. I still distrust authority, being questioned by them causes immediate flashbacks, and I still have intimacy issues. I am working on them, as best as I can.
Someday, I’ll share more about my life…but for now…this is something I’ve never shared publically. This is my fight against PTSD. Getting it out of my head and productively written out is a step for me. I am still proud to have served in the United States Army; I know I did good things that changed lives, even if I will never know the full outcome of those changes. But I will never forgive those in power who prey on the victims while rapists walk free in their ranks.
In a nation who has been at war for more than a decade, the rate of service members diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI), and the frequency of suicide, has radically risen. The backlog of veterans waiting to receive benefits has also dramatically increased. This is leading to longer waiting times for diagnosis and treatment. To date, no authority seems able to find a viable and expedient solution to any of these problems. Yet, nationwide, some veterans are finding a solution. They have discovered the healing power of a service dog. While this is not a cure for PTSD or TBI, it is extremely beneficial to those who have chosen to utilize this tool in their recovery.
Since the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11th, 2001, the United States has been at war. To date, approximately 1.64 million (Rand) U.S. service members have deployed in support of Operations Enduring Freedom (OEF, Afghanistan) and Iraqi Freedom (OIF, Iraq), many have deployed multiple times. Of the nearly 60,000 U.S. casualties, 6,778 have lost their lives (iCasualties.org). This means approximately 50,000 have returned home with injuries from minor to catastrophic. Many of these casualties would not have survived in previous wars but thanks to better protective equipment, medical advances, and the ability to rapidly evacuate the injured to medical facilities both in country as well as in Europe and the United States, service members are routinely surviving wounds that would have formerly been fatal. This decrease in fatalities is leading to an increase in veterans returning with traumatic amputations of one or more limbs, TBI’s, and PTSD seeking compensation and treatment through the Veterans Administration.
PTSD and Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) have been called the signature wound of the War on Terror. “Although these invisible wounds would appear less severe than the amputations inflicted by the IEDs, they affect many more service members and can have as much impact on the casualty’s future as the loss of limbs” (Kreisher). According to a recent report, nearly 30% of OEF and OIF veterans are being diagnosed with PTSD (Reno). Compare this number to The National Center for PTSD which has “estimated the lifetime prevalence of PTSD among adult Americans to be 6.8%” (Gradus). Part of this massive difference is likely due in part to many service members serving multiple combat tours in their careers.
PTSD is a condition that has been around since the invention of war. It has been called many names: Nostalgia, Homesickness, Soldier’s Heart, Neurasthenia, Shell Shock, Combat Stress, and finally in 1980 the American Psychiatric Association called it Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and added it to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. PTSD is comprised of a set of symptoms which include re-experiencing the traumatic event, avoiding places, events, or objects that remind one of the trauma, and hyperarousal. Most people feel many of the symptoms of PTSD after a traumatic event, but those symptoms fade with time. To be diagnosed with PTSD, the symptoms must last longer than 6 months.
PTSD can be extremely debilitating, leaving veterans homebound and isolated, suffering from co-occurring mental health issues and addictions (generally caused by self-medicating their symptoms). Add to these issues a Traumatic Brain Injury and you have a recipe for disaster. TBI’s can range from mild to severe, even resulting in death. The symptoms include loss of consciousness, memory or concentration problems, headache, dizziness, sensory problems, fatigue, convulsions, and emotional disturbances. “According to a Rand study, about 19 percent of troops surveyed report a probable TBI during deployment” (Williamson). Many symptoms of PTSD and TBI mimic each other, making definitive diagnosis difficult for some patients. How much of the patients symptoms are related to PTSD and how much to TBI? Patients and doctors are often left in a guessing game as to whether the symptoms require therapy, medication, or both.
The great influx of veterans returning home from the current conflicts has caused a massive backlog for the Veterans Administration. Currently, “401,000 claims remain officially backlogged, meaning the applicants have been waiting at least four months” (Glantz). Many of these are waiting a year or more for appeals related to service connected disabilities. This means veterans, who are too injured to continue their military service and unable to achieve successful and meaningful employment in the civilian work force are waiting for their disability compensation for a year or more, putting them and their families in financial peril. The stress of dealing with gathering the enormous amount of information required to fill the claim, the aggravation of having your claim misplaced, delayed, or denied only adds to the problems already being endured by the veteran.
The stress of dealing with PTSD and fighting the VA’s red tape backlog is lending itself to the suicide epidemic plaguing our veterans. Senator Bernie Sanders said, “Without being overly dramatic, let me state that we are losing 22 veterans every day from suicide. This is a tragedy that we must address. I know that no one in the VA, no one on this committee, wants to add to that tragedy, because of unnecessary delays that could extenuate the problems that veterans express” (Johnson). In 2012, the suicide rate of active duty personnel outpaced combat fatalities. “Access to care appears to be a key factor, […] once a veteran is inside the VA care program, screening programs are in place to identify those with problems and special efforts are made to track those considered at high risk” (Maze). The veteran suicide rates are outpacing that of the civilian population. In reports from 48 states, the suicide rate among veterans is 30:100,000 compared to civilian rates of 14:100,000. This is more than twice the rate of the average American citizen and is increasing at double the rate (Hargarten). Traumatic Brain Injuries can increase the propensity toward suicide, as can the overwhelming symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. According to Hargarten, “concussions also are a chronic risk factor leading to suicidal thoughts, […] because head trauma makes people more vulnerable to suicidal thoughts” (Hargarten).
Over the years, countless studies have been published promoting the health benefits of owning a pet. Pets can, lower blood pressure, encourage exercise and socialization, improve mood and reduce stress. Is it any wonder they are being trained to assist disabled veterans struggling with the effects of PTSD and TBI? Training dogs to assist with disabilities is not a new concept. Most people are quite familiar with service dogs for blind or wheelchair bound individuals. However, those with invisible disabilities can also benefit from a service dog.
Psychiatric Service Dogs can be trained to assist their handlers in many ways. They can be trained to retrieve assistance during a disabling episode, either a nearby person or by using a special K-9 rescue phone to dial 911. They can be trained to answer the door and lead first responders to their handler. They can provide balance during episodes that potentially cause dizziness and help their handlers up off the floor. These dogs can be trained to alert to increasing anxiety levels so their handler can more effectively handle the symptoms before they become overwhelming and disabling. They can pull their handlers from dissociative episodes, or flashbacks, wake their handlers from nightmares, provide deep pressure therapy during panic attacks, and give their handlers a sense of ‘crowd control’. In short, these animals are giving back to veterans something they lost when they left the service…a battle buddy – someone who has their back twenty-four hours a day.
The legal definition of a service dog, according to the Americans with Disabilities Act, is a dog that is “individually trained to do work or perform tasks for people with disabilities” (ADA). These dogs and their handlers are granted public access by federal law, meaning they must be allowed wherever the handler would normally be allowed without the presence of their dog. There are some restrictions such as sterile environments, such as operating rooms or burn units, and private property. They are allowed in stores, restaurants, hospitals, and anywhere else the general public goes. This protection enables veterans who had previously been home bound to return to the world without the crushing effects of PTSD plaguing their every movement.
United States Marine Corps Captain Jason Haag, credits his service dog Axel with saving his life. “I’ve led 150 Marines into combat three times. I couldn’t walk out of my […] house to buy a pack of gum. I couldn’t go to sleep without a gun underneath my pillow. That’s how bad my PTSD was” (HLN). Captain Haag states that after returning from Afghanistan he began drinking heavily, having angry outbursts at his family, unable to leave his basement and on 32 different medications. “Axel hit the reset button for me” (HLN). Since graduating from K9s for Warriors more than a year ago, Captain Haag has radically decreased his medications – to 2 per day, he now regularly participates in family activities, and has even been to Capitol Hill, advocating for service dogs for veterans with PTSD (Haag).
Captain Haag’s story is not an anomaly. Most graduates have returned to a new ‘normal’ of doing the everyday things that most take for granted, such as walking through the grocery store or visiting their children’s school.
K9s for Warriors is just one of many non-profit organizations who are training service dogs for veterans with PTSD and TBI. These organizations train and place service dogs with disabled veterans, often at little to no cost. They are filling a gap left by the Veterans Administration, when they discontinued a congressionally mandated study on the efficacy of service dogs for veterans with PTSD.
There is still reason for optimism, though. Two bills have been introduced into the House of Representatives this year with the intent of expanding the availability of service dogs for disabled veterans. H.R. 183 – “Veterans Dog Training Therapy Act”, introduced on January 4th, 2013 directs the VA to begin a pilot program to research the efficacy of service dog training and handling in the treatment of PTSD. H.R. 2847 – “Wounded Warrior Service Dog Act” would direct the “Department of Defense and the Veterans Affairs to jointly establish the K-9s Companion Corps program for the awarding of grants to assist nonprofit organizations in establishing, planning, designing and/or operating programs to provide assistance dogs” (govtrack.us). Should these bills pass, perhaps in time the studies will confirm what those veterans who already have service dogs know.
According to Sandi Capra, the Director of Development for K9s for Warriors, of their more than 100 graduated teams, 92% of graduates had reduced or eliminated their need for medications, and 94% have reported reduced symptoms of PTSD (according to the Harvard PTSD standards). At one year from graduation, 95% of teams recertify successfully. These achievements are not an isolated occurrence. A simple online search of service dogs for PTSD returns more than 286,000 results. You will find countless news stories about homegrown veterans reclaiming their lives thanks to their new ‘battle-buddy’, veterans attesting to the lifesaving partnerships they’ve found in a service dog and web pages for scores of organizations who train these dogs for our disabled veterans.
These stories are not the ‘too good to be true’ paid endorsements for the latest fly-by-night “cure” for PTSD. They are not random coincidences. They are the stories of recovery from a devastating and debilitating invisible injury. These dogs are not a cure. They are a tool in their handler’s arsenal for coping with and overcoming some of the obstacles associated with PTSD and TBI. There is a reason they are referred to as “man’s best friend”. They are the heroes on four legs and they are giving a new ‘leash’ on life to veterans who suffer from the invisible wounds of war.
Capra, Sandi. K9s for Warriors. Director of Development. Personal interview. 13 November 2013
Glantz, Aaron. “Overtime, New Computer System Put Sizable Dent in VA Benefits Backlog”. The Center for Investigative Reporting. 11 November 2013. Web.
Gradus, Jaimie L., “Epidemiology of PTSD.” National Center for PTSD. n.d. Web. 24 November 2013.
Haag, Jason. Personal Interview. 13 November 2013.
Hargarten, Jeff, et.al. “Suicide Rate for Veterans Far Exceeds That of Civilian Population”. Center for Public Integrity. Web. 30 August 2013.
“HLN Stories of Courage – K9s for Warriors”. Headline News. Television. 11 November 2013.
iCasualties.org, Coalition Casualties by Year, n.d. Web. 24 November 2013
Johnson, Bridget. “Sanders: VA’s Massive Claims Backlog Could be Contributing to Vet Suicides”. PJ Tatler. PJ Media. Web. 13 March 2013.
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Maze, Rick. “18 Veterans commit suicide each day” Army Times. Web. 22 April 2010.
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For many veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder, recovery feels like an unachievable concept. Realizing that there is no ‘cure’ for PTSD can make recovery seem even more daunting. There are no concrete A-B-C steps, and each one’s journey is just as different as the trauma’s that put us here.
Once we accept that we will never be the person we were before, and mourn that loss, we can begin to take the steps we need to take to find out who we are now. For some, that is enough; others require medications, therapies, etc. There is no right or wrong, stronger or weaker, super -hooah or soup-sandwich. Each of us has to define what recovery means. Does it mean simply being able to go to the grocery store, or reclaiming more areas of our lives? Does it include therapy? Medications? A service dog?
Personally, recovery has meant having the ability to return to college and join a local Toastmasters club. I have gone from having a stutter when asking the drug store clerk for Tylenol to placing third in a district speech contest.
None of this would have been possible without me first taking a proactive approach to my treatment. Meds alone weren’t working for more than a few months at a time. The final medication combination had me gaining forty pounds in 4 months. Shortly afterwards, I was partnered with my service dog Chauncey. Because of Chauncey, I finally had the courage to begin therapy. I have returned to college full time, majoring in Social Work. Eventually, I hope to work with other veterans. I have tried several therapies, some of helped, others have been a train wreck.
The most important thing is to keep trying. Not everything is going to work the same (if at all) for everyone else. We can’t ever give up! Not on ourselves, and not on each other. We would never have left a buddy behind while we were over there… we risk the same cost if we leave them here.
23 veterans commit suicide every day. It is up to us to take care of each other. We had our buddies backs then, we should have them now. Find your buddy….make a new buddy. Take the Spartan Pledge together.
“I will not take my own life by my own hand without talking to my battle buddy first. My mission is to find a mission to help my warfighter family.”
Never leave a brother or sister behind. Never allow yourself to be left behind. If you need help, ask. If no one answers, yell! Keep yelling until someone hears you. Failure is not an option and suicide should never be one either. We need each other. We need you!
A flash of lightening and an instantaneous clap of thunder sent me into a dissociative flashback. My 18 year old daughter was sitting just feet from me on our screened in patio. We had been enjoying listening to the rain when the lightening sent me back to Iraq.
Vaguely, I could hear her asking if I was alright, but I was unable to process the question, let alone answer her. She knows I have PTSD. She has had to deal with my symptoms as she grew into the wonderful young woman who sits beside me now.
My service dog, Chauncey, had gone inside…following one of my younger children into the house. When my episode hit, I could see him staring at me through the door, but I couldn’t move. My daughter stood, went to the door and opened it, telling Chauncey to come to me. After Chauncey brought me out of my terror, I was able to thank my daughter.
In our battles with PTSD, we tend to alienate our biggest allies. Our family members can be the best tools in our arsenal, but we have to allow them to be so. Too often, whether consciously or not, we push them away…perhaps to protect them from our inner demons, but we push them away nonetheless.
As Warriors, we must learn to use the weapons and tools we have before us. Just as we relied on our training and weapons, we must learn to allow ourselves to be vulnerable to our family members so that we can rely on them in our times of need. This is not an easy thing to do. We often see ourselves in the ‘protector’ role when it comes to our spouses and children. Many have children who we see as too young to burden with our cares. It has been my experience that even my three year old can tell when I’m having a rough time and will start to be silly, or climb up and give me a big hug. She is just starting to get big enough that her weight can provide some level of deep pressure just by snuggling. My older girls are beginning to know when I just need some quiet time…now that doesn’t always mean they give it to me because they also seem to mimic my stress levels (and every kid knows where their parents buttons are located); but I have come to realize this and have put it in my tool box…recognizing more clearly when *I* need a time-out.
Our spouses, parents, siblings and other family members can also be extremely useful in our battle. I can’t count the times that family members have made themselves a buffer for me when I needed it most, or stood up to uneducated business owners who would try to exclude me because of my service dog.
Long story short…we need to embrace those who love us and ALLOW them to help us. We didn’t face battle alone in uniform, we don’t have to face it alone now. We have our fellow warriors that will always stand up for us, but they are not always available face to face…our family is with us every day. We must learn how to embrace them and not push them away. Yes, there will be some who will walk away and we must learn how to let them go. In the absence of abuse, we must realize that they choose to leave because THEY are weak…and we will lose those we love, it’s a fact of life. Its learning to trust those who choose to remain, who choose to walk beside us in our darkest hours…it is our choice to allow ourselves to utilize the tools that they willingly present. We must realize that their gift just might tip the battle in our favor.
I am beyond flattered. There are no words to express to Guy what this gesture means to me. Beyond that, I want to thank him, from the bottom of my heart, for helping to bring awareness to how much our four-pawed, furry friends help in the fight against PTSD. THANK YOU!!!
How does a veteran learn to trust again? When we are in a combat situation, we have to trust those to our left and right. Eventually, we learn to trust (at least on some level) all of those who wear our nations uniform. We may not like them as a person, but we learn to have some amount of trust that they will have our backs if the SHTF. While there will always be some numbskull that we would rather avoid at all costs, we know that we would still have their backs. So what do we do when someone we trust betrays us? Stolen Valor aside, what do we do when those we identify as a ‘battle buddy’ betray our trust in a fundamental way?
In the last year, I have lost several friends. No, they were not killed in combat. They lied to me. I’m not talking about the little white lies that we have all been guilty of from time to time. I am talking about the big lies. The kind of lies that either get the folks from Stolen Valor involved or were intended to manipulate and/or garner your sympathy…repeatedly.
We all have friends who have endured some horrendous shit in a short period of time, and those who seem to have a crappy hand dealt to them through their entire life yet somehow manage to keep their head above water. We know them, we support them the best we can, picking them up when necessary. It is part of the bond we share as brothers (and sisters) at arms. We have each other’s backs because we know no one else will fully understand the measure of what we have experienced through military service. We do this hoping and trusting that one day, if we were in need, they would unquestioningly return this honor. We are a family, for better and worse, we have each other’s backs.
When we return home, many veterans find it difficult to form that level of trust with civilians. Perhaps this is because we can’t know with the same level of certainty that they would support us the same way as our military counterparts would have done. We almost expect them to drop the ball, so it doesn’t hurt as much when they let us down. So what do we do when it’s our fellow service members who betray our trust?
Too often, I’ve seen my fellow veterans become hardened. They have lost all trust in their fellow human (military and civilian) and feel they are destined to go it alone. I have fought this battle several times in my life. Each time it gets a little harder to trust again. We, as a family, MUST make a concerted effort to reach out to our brothers and sisters. We have to know that even though we no longer wear our nation’s uniform, that we are still a part of the most prestigious fraternity in our nation. We must continue to have each other’s back. We also need to make it quite plain…there is no room for manipulation of facts or emotions. If we are to truly care for each other, we must be able to expect honesty and integrity from those we have learned to trust. Integrity is the cornerstone of what makes us honorable and trustworthy to others. It is also the one thing that cannot be taken from you; you are the one that destroys it. You are the only one who can repair it. It is something you must own, cultivate and maintain. Sometimes it can be personally painful to keep your integrity intact, but it is a cost that you must choose every time. Unlike respect, integrity is not something that you earn, it is something you must possess and exhibit in your daily activities and decisions. We all know this, it is drilled into us from the day we enlist to the day we hang up that uniform for the last time.
We should be able to trust those who are veterans just as readily as we trusted our squad, our platoon, and our fellow service members.
When we come across a veteran who has lost his integrity, we have the responsibility to each other to appropriately call them out. As a family member, they deserve nothing less from us. They need that opportunity to make things right. If, however, they choose not to fix the situation, then it falls upon us to take appropriate action. Whether that’s simply cutting slingload, or reporting them to Stolen Valor, etc. We have a responsibility to protect the rest of our family from the possible fall out.
As far as trusting again… all we can do is choose to try. Each time we are deceived or manipulated, it becomes more difficult to form that trust with another person, but we are the ones who must put forth the effort. Other members of our family do not deserve to be punished for the deception of another. Those who follow after us must be able to know that they are part of this brotherhood. We must take that step, no matter how many times we get burned. We are a family…for better and worse. We are the only ones who know the full measure of what we have endured. No civilian, no matter how well intentioned, could ever have our backs the way that we do. They are a great resource but they have not experienced the bond of being someone’s “battle buddy” and know the weight and the honor that title carries.
We need to continue to be each other’s battle buddy, we must continue to trust each other even if we trust no one else.
Wendy Diamond, founder of Animal Fair Media and best-selling author of the new book “How to Train Your Boss to Rollover“, is inviting you to attend the Bark Business Breakfast Tour Benefiting K9s For Warriors on July 24th in Nashville, TN.
Please Support K9s For Warriors & Save a Dog, Save a Veteran!
Help save the nearly 30 percent of the 2.3 million veterans who are affected by Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), by supporting K9′s For Warriors at the Bark Business Breakfast Benefit. The K9’s For Warriors program heroically rescues dogs from shelters prior to being euthanized and pairs them with a veteran with PTSD. You will be honored with the invaluable gift of saving two lives through your support. The event will be adorable (yes, everyone can bring their dogs!) and Melissa, a K9s For Warriors graduate veteran and her service dog Chauncey, will be honored during this benefit as well!
Every 65 minutes, a veteran commits suicide due to PTSD. This horrible disorder is an epidemic among the 2.3 million veterans in the U.S., as many as 184 new cases are diagnosed every single day! This is an alarming statistic, but studies show dogs can be very therapeutic and greatly beneficial in the treatment of PTSD as well as other military-related stresses.
This is where the generous K9’s For Warriors program comes to the rescue! After it heroically saves dogs from shelters and transports them back to the program’s facility, it gives the dogs a complete physical, making sure they are in perfect health, and trains them to meet CGC (Canine Good Citizen) standards. Upon completion, each dog is paired with a veteran with PTSD or a Traumatic Brain Injury based on the veteran’s special needs and the special tasks the dog is most capable of performing.
In this valiant effort, the program costs approximately $10,000 to graduate one veteran/canine team from the time the dog is rescued, which includes housing, feeding and training with his veteran for three weeks. Each sad tail can end in true happiness, and that’s what we’re begging for at the BARK BUSINESS BREAKFAST BENEFIT!
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I joined the Air Force at age 18, in 1981. I after basic and technical school I arrived at MacDill AFB. I was the first woman in my career field assigned to my shop and was not accepted at all.
My first roll call I was told that I would not be there long as I had no business invaded this man's career field.
Melissa, founder of FightingPTSD will be attending and speaking about how service dogs can assist veterans with PTSD. Retrieving Freedom will also be present to help spread awareness. If you’re in the neighborhood, stop by and support your Mid-South Wounded Warriors!
NEED HELP PLEASE: Yesterday one of our (K9s for Warriors) Warriors entered, with his service dog , A PLUS AUTO IN WATERTOWN, N.Y. The treatment he received was beyond despicable. He was cussed at, told he was faking his injuries, told he was not disabled, told he would be sued if he did not leave.
Justin’s account of events:
Auto in Watertown NY is blacklisted from my books. I will never come back here again. I walk in and they say nothing and proceed to start the process to put on a tow hitch. Then two guys go out of ear shot to discuss my “pet”. They come back and say we cannot serve you unless your pet leaves and goes on about they can get sued for allergies. They then told me that they would sue me if they were ever sued for dog related allergies. The guy said “well look here, I’m a retired first sgt and I think your a fucking liar and I’m a disgrace to all veteran because a guy with no kegs can live without a service dog but since you can’t get the fucking sand out of your vagina you need an excuse to bring a dog into my place of business ” and mumbled slammed his door and that’s all I heard from him. His sales associate pointed to the sign and asked me to leave. I started to educate them and one of them says. There is nothing wrong with you so if your not blind then your dog has to leave. I sat down and they haven’t approached me after I put them in your place. I don’t know what to do now???? I’m no uncomfortable.
This is the worst case of abuse and discrimination we have had to date. Our Warrior Justin is an honored combat veteran suffering from PTSD. We are asking our followers to write, call, notify this establishment that there are laws protecting Justin and his service canine NIKKO. More importantly the treatment he received was UNACCEPTABLE and in direct violation of the Americans with Disabilities act. Justin attempted to show his identification papers for he and NIKKO, and SERVICE CANINE was clearly visible on the vest. All proper procedures were followed.
Thank you, we cannot allow this discrimination, or abuse of anyone, particularly a Combat Veteran. Remember to BE POLITE!!!
INFO: A PLUS AUTO, 533 LeRay, Watertown, N.Y. 13601, 315-788-5555, or email, email@example.com or on their Facebook page. They also have a location at AAFES on Ft Drum, NY.
Grappling with the challenges of soldiers back from war is a challenge. Nothing makes that more clear than the up-and-down year that an Army doctor, Colonel Dallas Homas, the top doc at Madigan Army Medical Center at Joint Base Lewis-McChord, Washington, just went through:
-- In late 2011, 14 soldiers submitted separate complaints about their PTSD diagnoses to Army leaders and lawmakers.
Dr. Pete Linnerooth touched many people's lives.
He did his best, each and every day, to care for those who needed his help.
He did it at what ultimately became a terrible personal cost to him and his family.
He shares something in common with many other Soldiers who did their best each day during tremendously challenging times. Each only wanted to take care of the Soldier on their left and right, performing their duty to the best of their ability, fighting back fear of failure, injury, or death, all the while wishing they were home but never leaving their post.
The military loves to conduct after-action reports, hoping that whatever problems arose during an operation or exercise can be studied and prevented the next time. (The Army even has an outfit that calls itself the Center for Army Lessons Learned.)
The number of suicides in the ranks of the U.S. military has more than doubled since 9/11.
According to data released unofficially by the Pentagon on Monday, there were 349 suicides in the U.S. military in 2012, nearly one a day. That’s 118% more than 2001’s 160 suicides, and marks the Pentagon's highest annual self-inflicted death toll ever.
Three-hundred-and-ten U.S. troops died in Afghanistan in 2012.
I had to honor of being interviewed yesterday by Nicole with The PTSD Retreat Radio Show. We discussed service dogs for veterans with PTSD. We had a great time and shared a LOT of information and even several funny stories. Please give them a listen and perhaps we can get Nicole to share with us about The PTSD Retreat. The podcast is in two parts and I highly encourage you to listen to both. Part One and Part Two.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 17,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 4 Film Festivals
This is the first in a series of posts on the ethical issues associated with treating post-traumatic stress disorder and traumatic brain injury.
These are the two so-called "signature wounds" of our post 9/11 wars. Unlike physical trauma, they can take years to surface. They're also not as easy to diagnose as typical war wounds. Treating them is going to become…
Don’t let the title fool you. I am not referring to a vain personal view of oneself. I am talking about those of us who have disabilities that aren’t readily visible. We don’t have wheelchairs, or orthopedic devices. We don’t have visible scars of our mental and/or physical traumas. Our disabilities are invisible and all too often, because of that, so are we. We’ve all heard it… “but you look fine”.
Unlike someone who uses a wheelchair, those of us with invisible disabilities are forced to navigate a world that can’t see our handicaps and therefore can’t accept our shortfalls. Too often we have heard “but you look fine”. While this may sound like a harmless observation, it also negates everything we have to endure. Just because you cannot see our disability does not mean that it doesn’t exist. Our lives do not operate based exclusively on what you perceive. It may be intended as a harmless comment or even a compliment, but its effects can be devastating.
The statistics are staggering. Everyday 18 veterans commit suicide. EIGHTEEN! Among active duty and reserve military personnel there is a suicide every 36 hours. These numbers, even when not combined, overshadow the death tolls in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Between the physical scars and the mental torment, far too many of our brothers and sisters are finding their burdens too much to bear. Couple this with the prevalent environment within our ranks and you have a perfect storm. We are trained to be tougher and stronger. We are taught to hold ourselves to a higher standard. We are told that pain is weakness, and in seeking help for that pain we are somehow less than our fellows. This has to change.
It is time for us to come together as a cohesive unit. Our objective is to ensure that none of us has to feel like we are dealing with this alone. We need to find our battle buddies…our squads… our platoons. We need to know there is someone we can call when we are feeling desperate. We need to form the kind of camaraderie that truly never leaves a fellow brother or sister behind. It doesn’t matter the situation that caused the injuries or PTSD…what matters is we be there for each other as we navigate this new terrain. We need to dismiss the stereotypes. We need to share the tools we have learned to cope with our disabilities. We need to share the resources that can aid in recovery. We need to stand together in the face of our common enemy. That is our mission…will you accept it?
Redcon1 Soldier Hard
The events of the past two weeks have spanned from nervousness to rage, panic inducing to exhilarating, frustrating to inspiring. I have gone from feeling nervous about a presentation to feeling rage that it was canceled. A week later, I went from standing at the back of the room at a fundraiser to standing before the same room sharing my story in less than 10 minutes. A few nights later, I went from having a wonderful night to feeling cornered and frustrated in the same amount of time. Yet, what I have learned from this week is far more important than any single event or episode.
First, I have learned that, while I cannot control my initial emotional response to a situation, I can absolutely control my outward reaction. I can keep my cool and stay calm when all I want to do is scream in the face of injustice whether perceived or real. I may not be able to control my facial expressions (I have always had the worst poker face), and because of this others do know that I am not at all happy, but they won’t hear it from my lips until I’ve calmed down…well…unless I’m cornered and pushed into a response; but that’s just about anyone.
I have also learned that I am stronger than I give myself credit. I am more than capable of standing my ground without resorting to whatever ugliness I’m confronted with at that moment. I am able to maintain at least enough composure to remove myself from a situation until I’ve had a chance to calm down enough to handle it responsibly. Not only that, but I am comfortable standing up for others…more than comfortable, ready. I can overcome the fear of the moment to stand up and share my story with complete strangers…hell, with the world.
But, perhaps the most surprising thing I learned was just how many supporters there are out there. I knew my friends and family would have my back. What I didn’t know was just how many people in this world (literally) would have my back when I made my blog post. I am truly honored to know that there are people out of there who will take time out of their lives to show support and solidarity with someone they had never met. I wish I could thank each and every one of you, but this will have to suffice… Thank you!
As Chauncey and I move forward, there have been several non-profit agencies who have contacted me regarding speaking about this incident and about what Chauncey has done for me. I am honored! I promise I will do my utmost to ensure that I uphold all that each of you have inspired in me. Perhaps this happened for a reason; perhaps it’s time I stood up for more than just myself. Time will tell, but I will keep you posted!
We had our first access issue on 19 October, 2012. My husband and I had gone out for a date to one of our favorite restaurants. We had been there before with Chauncey without issue. It started when my husband and I entered through the patio and a waitress stopped us and said ‘no pets’. I calmly told her that Chauncey was not a pet, he was a service dog and by federal law he is allowed to accompany me. She obviously didn’t believe me, but told us we could take a seat anywhere. Our waitress brought us menus and got our drink orders just before one of the managers came out to our table with the same line “I’m sorry, we don’t allow pets”. Once again, I explained that Chauncey is not a pet; he is a service dog and tried to explain that he was allowed by federal law. She smiled and walked away. As our server brought out our drinks, I noticed that the manager and a couple other staff members were staring at us through the door. A few minutes later, the owner came out.
Now, mind you, I chose a table in the corner, away from the other guests which I often do so we can eat in peace without the other guests fawning over Chauncey, as well as to keep the staff from having to navigate around him. I also chose this table because it was the only one where I could have my back to a wall (PTSD). So, here we are, sitting away from the other guests (inside was packed, another reason we chose to sit outside), and he comes out with the exact same argument. He starts trying to say that the Health Department doesn’t allow animals. I tried to tell him that by federal law, he is allowed. Every time I tried to speak, he cut me off. He was trying to make it obvious that he wanted us to leave without actually telling us to leave; however I was NOT about to leave, at this point I had lost my appetite but was going to eat out of pure spite. Every time I tried to tell him about the ADA laws, he kept going on and on about how he has to follow local laws. My husband tried to explain that federal trumps state and local but he didn’t want to hear any of it. He told me that since I didn’t have an obvious disability (“you’re obviously not blind”) and didn’t have any documentation to prove he was a service dog that Chauncey couldn’t be there. I told him that by federal law, he couldn’t require documentation. Then he asked me “well, what do you need him for anyway”. I tried to explain that he couldn’t ask me that question and that’s when he started getting even more rude.
I told him he is violating my rights and his response was “yea, and I’m a democrat, but that’s neither here nor there”. He was extremely condescending to everything I tried to say to him. He tried to make the argument about liability “if your dog bit someone”, continued with the health inspector malarkey, and just went out of his way to interrupt me every time I tried to speak. Finally, when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to be able to bully us to tuck tail and leave, he says “well, since its quiet out here, I’ll let it slide this time”.
As this is going on, my husband was pulling up the ADA access page from the ADA.gov website. He tried showing the owner but he said “I’ll look that stuff up on Monday, but I’m going to go by the local laws, not that stuff”.
I had the president of K9s for Warriors (where Chauncey and I graduated) call the owner and he was apparently just as condescending to her.
By the time we finished our dinner, I was still shaking and my husband was livid. By the way, the entire time this was going on…Chauncey was lying at my feet, he never moved and never did anything to draw attention to himself. By the time we left, there were several other customers sitting around us…none of them had a problem with Chauncey being there.
K9s for Warriors will be sending him a certified letter on Monday explaining the laws. We’re hoping this (and his own research, if he actually does it) will cause him to do the right thing…which at this point would be a sincere apology and retraining for his staff. If not, we are prepared to contact the ADA as well as the local news media.
**edited to add: Chauncey was wearing his service vest that evening. It is a Digital ACU (army uniform) print with two large patches that say “Service Dog” as well as other patches.
**PLEASE READ** I want to thank everyone for taking the time to share this blog and to voice your opinions and support. However, it has been brought to my attention that some people are leveling threats through the phone and email toward this business. It was NEVER my intent for any threats to be made against this man or his business. I am truly sorry that some people took this to an extreme. For those who have acted honorably, thank you. For those who haven’t, please stop immediately!
Mr. Robilio published an appology on his facebook page. I appreciate the appology. I will not, however, be leaving this issue. While it may no longer focus on what happened to me specifically…this is something that has been happening again and again, nationwide. There is a lot of work to do to help make sure no other Service Dog Team, civillian or veteran, whether their disability is visible or invisible, has to endure what we have dealt with these past few days.
There have also been two news stories done locally. Basically, one telling his side of the incident on WMC-TV (I will warn you, there are factual inaccuracies), and WREG’s story that tries to tell both sides. I would like to thank both news agencies for covering this story and bringing this to light (though for obvious reasons, I’m a little more biased to one than the other).
At this point, I urge you to use this entire situation as an educational tool. Help others to learn from it so that other veterans (and the disabled in general) don’t have to go through what we endured. Leave Mr. Robilio alone…he doesn’t need our help anymore.