Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts

Trauma, PTSD, and Veterans

by Midnight Freemason Contributor
Bro. Erik Marks


I recently made the acquaintance of brother Dave Pechey who introduced me to the pin pictured above and its creator, Brother John Trikouros, who owns and operates The Traveling Ambassador. I immediately purchased two pins for myself and learned that brother Trikouros donates 20% of pin sales to PTSD Foundation of America/PTSDUSA . I found the website very informative, offering significant resources and will include it in the list of resources below as well. I’ve abbreviated some of my comments about the disorder here and encourage readers to scroll down their home page to read an extensive explanation of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Reflecting on these interactions about the pin and the numerous men who live with PTSD I’ve had the privilege of serving, it became necessary for me to present some material to you.

Veterans are vital in our fraternity. Many of whom live with PTSD in addition to other conditions due to, or in addition to, military service. Our fraternity is also home to many men and their spouses or family members who live with the same or similar disorders, whether or not they served in the military or experienced combat. As masons, with these people in our ranks or related to us, I believe we have an obligation to consider how we choose to serve them. It is essential for us as speculative masons to understand conditions which exist, but are not visible to the physical presentation. We need to be conscious and intentional about our offer relief, charity, and hope—and if we choose to do so, to discuss openly how we go about offering aid.

Trauma reactions, not just disorders such as PTSD, are part of the human condition. Though people have trauma reactions to natural disasters, in those situations it happens less frequently. Stress disorders of the kind I write are almost always related to man-made atrocities and cruelties. In a natural disaster, it is a shared experience and no malice is ascribed to the weather or earth for what happened. “Acts of nature,” are generally not experienced as targeting a particular person or group so the prevalence of trauma disorders is generally lower. With human created destruction, our psyches attempt to make meaning of what happened.

Humans make meaning of everything. Meaning making is one of the capacities upon which freemasonry is predicated. We have the innate ability to “model” situations in our minds, to put ourselves in someone else’s shoes, to create and use symbols through abstraction. We are capable of ascribing and understanding symbolic or conceptual meanings of things, communication, actions. Language and money are the most obvious examples of this type of symbolic representation in the world. You are reading little marking on a virtual page and through our shared symbolic understanding of these can receive my thoughts and then you begin to figure out what you think about my ideas. We become stressed by actual activities; however, as human’s we can become stressed, anxious, simply by thinking, modeling, the activities in our minds. We have a stress response, just to the idea. People can and do experience stress, anxiety, and/or panic by considering a future interaction. This example is still minimal compared to the potential psychological damage incurred in the face of combat.

A more recent body of knowledge, observation, and study, pertains to Moral-injuries, which can precipitate conditions such as and related to PTSD. In work with veterans, I’ve been introduced to research published in the American Psychological Association’s journal regarding Moral injury, PTSD, suicidal ideation, that are aided by social connectedness and self-compassion training.

Most people have some kind of a stress response to a terrifying and/or life-threatening situation. When people are involved in the creation of the threat, the humans placed in danger or threatened have a stress response that is mediated by the meaning they make of the situation. Important to note is that not all people who experience or witness a traumatic event will have reactions that develop into a disorder. Most are fortunate enough not to experience what I describe below.

Field physicians began documenting “shell shock” in soldiers in and after the first world war. I’m sure it happened earlier, but maybe to a lesser extent. It may have increased with our technological capacity to inflict greater, faster, and remotely ordered damage. Further, as the meaning made of armed conflicts became more ambiguous in the last century, it became more difficult for many to psychologically “get behind,” or make positive meaning of, the conflicts, wars, in which they were ordered to engage. Starting in Vietnam, public treatment of returning veterans exacerbated the problem. Brother Robert G. Davis’ excellent work Understanding Manhood in America, accurately and clearly explains these cultural developments. Simultaneously, in the field of psychology, clinicians began to notice similar findings in combat veterans and people who have suffered abuses at the hands of others in non-combat and domestic settings.

For there to be a trauma reaction, there has to be a traumatic event. The reactions to the event, or events, are fairly well understood and predictable. I’ll list some of the symptoms of PTSD below, but will also add in other things people sometimes experience. Though they come from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, version 5, I’ll paraphrase a little and augment with signs and symptoms from my practice and experience (this is a partial list):

  • Always being on guard
  • Depression 
  • Anxiety
  • Panic
  • Easily startled 
  • Nightmares 
  • Intrusive memories 
  • No energy/motivation
  • Hopelessness 
  • Memory problems 
  • Trouble concentrating 
  • Inability to focus
  • Difficulty reading 
  • Isolating 
  • Thoughts of suicide 
  • Substance use
  • Anger expression issues 
  • Emotion regulation 
  • Unpredictable mood 
  • Feeling worthless
It is important to note that these do not constitute all the possible reaction. Only those that have a long enough duration and cause “clinical levels of distress” comprise a disorder as indicated by this diagnostic rubric. Whether diagnosed or not, the experience is still real, and often disruptive or debilitating. Unlike high cholesterol or diabetes, the criteria in the DSM are subject to change based on a variety of factors. So whatever we decide to offer in terms of relief, charity, compassion, is never based on these criteria, rather on how the person tells us they are doing. Let’s not make them prove they need help. Let’s trust they are asking because its needed. It is common for family members or friends forget about the internal experience since they can’t see it; frustration with lack of progress or healing can lead to the person affected to stop asking for help.

I explain trauma reactions, and especially those for service people this: most people have a range of stress they know they can tolerate and usually live and operate within those limits. We take care of ourselves by avoiding situations that are overwhelming for the most part. Sometimes we work in a very stressful environment and more stress reduction is needed. Our military service people undergo training, basic and advanced, that simulates and stresses them in ways that approximate battle. These practices are designed to condition body and mind to work in the most extreme and life-threatening conditions; “war is hell.” And I know I have no idea what that is like. Elite personnel and units are pushed beyond beyond to be able to think clearly in the taxing contexts which they operate. As an analogy, I was once told that most people, even most athletes begin to feel failure mode at about forty percent depletion. That means sixty percent still remains. Navy Seals, Green Berets, and other elite forces, it was said, are pushed—physically and psychologically—to ten percent remaining. That’s fifty percent beyond when most humans feel like they have nothing left. And that’s “just” training…

With this type of instruction and conditioning, most can operate and fare somewhat well. But the human psyche is only so adaptable. As I said earlier, humans are meaning making beings. The reason the human mind is so incredibly difficult to model using computers is that we have layers of consciousness and self-referential and internal meaning making dialog that is shaped by our past experiences and things sometimes we can’t remember, even when pushed. We analyze and label using real and modeled data sets, which lead to very complicated self-other-world understandings. So, under the extreme conditions of battle and / or multiple tours, sometimes the psyche is necessarily overwhelmed. Not all show symptoms of experiencing extreme stress and distress; others do. There may be warning signs, there may not—their expression could be subtle and slow or could be could be sudden. People who are good at compartmentalizing or dissociate easily, may continue working, not knowing the damage is done. Some ignore the warning signs due to stigma inside the services about PTSD and similar disorders.

One of the first things we can do is learn more about what people go through following trauma. This does not mean clinical training. It just means getting an overview of what the person is experiencing. For some of you, this article will be considered enough, I encourage you to find more. Rather than re-tell you specific stories I’ve heard over the last thirty years, I’ll point you to two web sites of veterans stories in their own words: Veterans Voices-Story Corps and Veteran Voices: The Oral History Podcast.

People can and do donate funds to help assist people with trauma reactions cope with the internal and external realities. Some of the funds go to service providers who are trained to help. Others go directly to pay for essentials when someone cannot work and/or doesn’t have others to help. It may help to pay a brother’s dues. There are times when even making the request to relieve their dues is challenging. What is easy and commonplace for most of us may become very difficult or impossible for someone living with PTSD and related issues. Sometimes the simple act of typing the letter while a brother dictates is what is needed because our brother can’t make it happen himself. A ride to lodge. Help with shopping. Hanging out or going for a hike with him and the kids.

We can give our time and attention. Sometimes all someone needs is to be heard, understood, and believed without judgment. It can be profoundly helpful to be witnessed and hold the the pain together. Knowing that someone else in the world holds the knowledge of our pain with us decreases its weight, the burden on our soul. A complicating factor may be that some have had traumatic experiences prior to military service. Because of our male culture, we don’t talk much about these experiences. And yet, one of the effects of returning to lodge monthly or more is we build stronger bonds and greater trust. As we grow closer as brothers and better friends, it’s possible we will have the honor to be trusted with this information. Our obligation reminds us we keep each other’s personal information without disclosing unless keeping it secret creates legal or bigger problems.

Sometimes our brothers need more. The need for more could be for an indefinite amount of time. This is a topic my brother and I return to often: what does relief and charity look like when it isn’t simply about money; when charity is needed for years or decades? How do we organize? Our injured brother already doesn’t want to “be a burden.” I hear the phrase every week at least once. This is a conversation I hope all lodges will take up and contend with. If it hasn’t occurred already in your community, eventually, it will. I often have more questions than answers, I know we do the best we can. And if things go well, we ask ourselves and each other what more we can do or organize and share the relief effort(s). I learned recently that due to stigma in and out of the military, many veterans don’t seek services, may not realize services are available, or aren’t able to access services due to distance or capacity to get there. This is another way we are able to help: information and transportation.

Another way to help is to not diminish the pain or discredit the experience. As the pin says: “some wounds aren’t visible.” As men we have baked into our culture an abhorrence for “weakness.” The experience of a trauma reaction isn’t about weakness. It can befall any man, at any stage of life, even after a delay (i.e. PTSD following military combat, with delayed onset). If you hear others diminishing someone’s pain as being a personal weakness or some other such nonsense, I hope you will step in an clarify—especially if the person making the misinformed statement is a mason! Point them to this article or resources below. We inform ourselves to educate others and thereby reduce stigma. Taking action in these ways does so many a meaningful service, honoring their service, humanity, and our brotherhood.

Resources:

https://ptsdusa.org/

2020 GIIA Veterans Wellness Summit

VA or https://www.ptsd.va.gov/

VA treatment locator

NIMH

APA

Military Benefits

Relax Relax

Psych Today trauma treatment finder

The Traveling Ambassador


~EAM

Brother Erik Marks is a clinical social worker whose usual vocation has been in the field of human services in a wide range of settings since 1990. He was raised in 2017 by his biologically younger Brother and then Worshipful Master in Alpha Lodge in Framingham, MA. You may contact brother Marks by email: erik@StrongGrip.org

Where Ever You Go, There You Are

by Midnight Freemason Guest Contributor
Bro. Evve Kuykendall 



A few months ago and at the time of this writing, two well known celebrities had taken their own lives. Kate Spade, a well known fashion designer and Anthony Bourdain, a celebrated chef and television host, both died by all available accounts, at their own hands. For most, the depths of despair they felt as a result of their depression is unfathomable. They were, by almost any standard, successful, having fame, money, and strong carriers that have influenced millions of people worldwide.

And yet, they differed enough to resort to suicide. Why couldn’t they see everything they had to live for and all the good things in their lives? Why couldn’t they just “snap our of it” by practicing an “attitude of gratitude”? I mean, they had everything, right? Money? Check. Fame? Check. They had friends and family…why couldn’t they just get over it, especially for those they loved? They had the ability to travel anywhere and do anything…why didn’t they just take some time off to get happy?

Most of the those things had been posted on social media by people who were hurt or confused by their deaths.

What is that old saying?…”Where ever you go, there you are.”

As a younger man, I never really understood that saying. As far as tautologies go, that one really never landed for me. Until it did.

When I left active duty Air Force, I started dealing with a deep depression coupled with suicidal thoughts. I didn’t really know why nor did I have any real coping mechanisms with which to handle it. I started pushing people away and didn’t want to see my friends because I felt even more alone and depressed when I was around them and other people. I could be in a room surrounded by people and feel completely alone. It took an incredible amount of psychological energy to be social, even for short periods. So, I stayed home alone. A LOT. My friends eventually stopped calling and inviting me to go places.

I blamed it it on my having gone back to school full time and of course working full time in order to pay my bills. I was exhausted and just needed sleep.

After I graduated and started my new career, I expected things to change and to have the energy to be social and reconnect with all my old friends—but they didn’t. I was starting a new job so I blamed the depression on the stress of financial insecurity and the loneliness. I blamed my friends for abandoning me when I needed them during school. In retrospect, that wasn’t the case at all.

I worked hard and after some time, received a job offer in another city and state and thought to myself, “Here is my chance for a clean break to start over in a place where I can be anyone I want to be!” So I loved.

Where ever you go, there you are.

The depression and suicidal thoughts followed me, which surprised me. I thought it was because my friends had abandoned me and the city I used to live in was lame. My job had me traveling 20-25 days a month, so once again, I blamed it on the long hours, jet lag, and loneliness.

A call came in that I would be moving again to an even more desirable city, at least socially speaking. I jumped at the chance for another change to move back to my home state of Texas, where I knew people and might have a leg up meeting people. I mean, there has to be a place meant for everyone, right? So, I moved again.

Where ever you go, there you are.

The travel stayed the same, but I was determined to be a happier person; to find fulfillment in my personal time and maybe even find someone special. So, I took some chances socially, connected with someone and started dating. It was slow going and we dated for almost a year before it was time to make the next step.

We moved in together and I started a business with the hopes that we would eventually run the business together. I thought I had finally overcome to darkness from which I had run so far. But the shadow was still there…and that someone special didn’t understand why I was angry and moody and sleepy, and didn’t want to be social. Predictably, everything fell apart. As a result, all that darkness that I thought had gone away or that I had locked away hadn’t gone away at all. It was just behind the door that had been thrown open with my breakup for me to deal with, all at once.

One night soon afterwards, I was texting with an old friend. I mentioned how bad things were going and that I only had one reason for not killing myself: my mother. I couldn’t stand the idea of knowing that I had hurt her with my actions, but that after she passed, I would have nothing tethering me to life. His response sticks with me to this day.

“You need to get help. Fast.”

I realized I had been too honest with him. He just didn’t get it. Doesn’t everyone feel like this from time to time? Isn’t depression normal? But, he got me thinking.

So, I decided that I since I was due for my annual checkup anyway, when I went to the doctor in a few days, I would bring this up to him and put it all behind me. He was going to tell me it was normal and that I just needed some sleep or to take some vitamins or prescribe me something that would turn me into a walking zombie.

I went to my doctor and as his assistant prepped me for the doctor, she peppered me with some questions. I told her that I had been feeling…depressed. She asked if I was having any suicidal thoughts.

“Well, yes,” I explained, “I think about killing myself all the time, but not in one of those ‘I’m gonna actually do it’ kind of ways. It’s more of a comforting, ‘I’m just thinking about it’ kind of ways.” As I heard myself saying it, I realized how crazy it sounded. And so did she.

I came to find out that I have post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD. Its symptoms include social anxiety, depression, mood swings, suicidal thoughts…everything I had been dealing with for a decade or longer.

My doctor said, that along with treatment, I needed to begin working on myself. I needed to do things that I found enjoyable and helped me get out of my anxiety and depression. I had to find a way to start enjoying life again.

It had been so long since I had even considered life as something to be enjoyed. One would think such a task would be easy, but nothing was farther from the truth. I had difficulty finding anything that made me want to get out of bed, much less enjoy life again.

Across the street from where I worked was a Masonic Temple. "Wasn’t there a time when I was in the military that I had wanted to check them out or heard something good about those guys?"  I could check them out now. I worked across the street, for crying out loud. I have no excuse. And if they are weird or if it's some kind of cult, I could just say, “Thanks, but no thanks.” There was a possibility I might not even be invited to join the group. So I emailed the lodge secretary and made a subtle inquiry. I was told to come to fellowship night before the next stated meeting.

The night came and I was terrified. I. Was. Terrified. The anxiety of PTSD almost stopped me from walking across the street, but I was determined to stop letting this illness rule my life. So, I got up and walked across the street into a room full of strangers. Now, looking back, Freemasonry, the fraternity I love so much, was (and remains) part of my treatment.

So, I understand better than most what Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain were dealing with.

Where ever you go, there you are.

Depression is a part of you that cannot be escaped with vacations or fancy clothing, or great food, or friends. It isn’t a switch that can be turned off. It follows you everywhere you go, it influences every conversation and thought you have. It hides for periods of times, then re-emerges in different clothing, but it is the same old depression. It isn’t sadness. It is an emptiness—for me it is in my abdomen—a void that cannot be filled by food or alcohol or material stuff. It consumes everything good in your life and convinces your mind that you are alone and would be better off dead.

So, where ever you are, your depression is there, too, inevitably making it feel like everything would be better if it just…stopped

This is the first time I have ever spoken to anyone but family and close friends about my PTSD or my ongoing battle with it. I do so to implore our brethren to look out for one another. Look past the smiles and handshakes and self-deprecating jokes. There are brothers among us dealing with exactly what I am dealing with, some more successfully than others.

It was my brethren that have kept me here, even when they didn’t know it.

For those brother who are suffering, thinking there is no where to turn and no one that cares…there is hope and help, even when that voice is telling you that you are alone. You are loved. You are valued. You are a brother.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline  1-800-273-8255

~EK

Bro. Evve Kuykendall is a Master Mason from St. Johns #51 in McKinney Texas.
He currently resides in Fort Worth, Texas and is a Veteran of the United States Air Force (1999-2005)—Air Traffic Control Specialist. He can be reached at evve.kuykendall@gmail.com


The Scars Unseen

by Midnight Freemason Contributor
Bro. Aaron Gardner

Many associate Post Traumatic Stress Disorder with the military. It is understandable when they do too. A Soldier goes to combat, sees things that cannot be forgotten and does things that we are not proud to talk about. It is common to notice the distance a Soldier, Marine, Airmen, or Sailor appears to keep from the average person in society. They are constantly alert, watching every person to enter and leave the room. When entering a building their eyes clear every corner and find every escape route possible in the event of an emergency. It is normal behavior of a man or woman who has just returned from a combat zone. It is when this behavior continues after being home for long periods of time that we should consider that this young man or woman may have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or PTSD.

The man or woman is constantly living a moment in the past that has traumatized them, so their
minds automatically adjust to the event in order to protect themselves from it happening again. If
our military members are mentally still in Iraq or Afghanistan when they are stateside enjoying well earned leave with friends and family— imagine what it must feel like for a Police Officer,
Firefighter, EMT, Nurse or Doctor when they are constantly around the places, people and
scenarios that remind them of a traumatic event. What about victims? That being robbery,
breaking and entering, murder and of course rape. PTSD can affect any one of any gender,
size, race, creed or age; it is non-discriminatory.

There are not many who are willing to talk about their issues. There are many of reasons why
they won’t; it could be they feel weak because they can’t shake it, they are afraid the person
they talk to will not understand and mock them, they worry talking about it will stir new memories
and make it harder to deal with, or maybe they are afraid when talking about it the caretaker
may be affected by the vivid description of what happened. Those who do talk about it are
typically people who have dealt with it, and are just trying to get over it.

This is one of the first times I am coming out publicly about PTSD. It has affected for most of my
adult life. I have talked to counselors which typically doesn't work for me. Simply because their
is a blockage in my mental state of mind that I am afraid of. They always say in order to get
better it must get worse. This couldn't be any more true. Usually my counselors just listen to me
talk and I become irritated. I feel they aren't really helping but making it worst because all I do is
think about the event in more depth and detail making my dreams that much more vivid and
lifelike. My mind begins to play tricks on me and I cannot separate the part of the memory that
actually happened or what my mind is putting in place to help me cope. I have talked to
counselors and they suggest talking to someone about medication, this I cannot do. I do not
want medication, I never have and never will. I rarely take ibuprofen for my damaged knee, how
would a narcotic make me feel? In order to cope, I have found my best fighting chance. Yet, I
am still scared to utilize my chance.

I use to drink heavily to help me sleep until I realized that could be a problem. It wasn’t in my best
interest to get drunker than a skunk, nor for the people around me. Since I have stopped
drinking so heavily (before it became alcoholism), I would just toss and turn every night until I
could sleep. This of course was never the best idea either. The truth is I needed help. I needed
to figure out why I could not shake the overwhelming feeling to check all doors and windows. I
know why I do it, but I need to know why I can’t stop. I need someone to talk to. Writing has
helped, I stay awake at night and write my heart away, but my best tool I am still afraid to use. I
am afraid if I tell Emily everything that bothers me, every single instance of cold sweats, or when
I wake up screaming in my dreams— she will be scared away. Since she and I have known
each other she became that comfort zone, however. She has shown me that she will always be
there, and will help me through my sleepless nights. I wish every Soldier had a woman with her
caring heart. I wish every person had someone by their side that cared as much as she does for
me.

 
The fact is, that is not the easiest thing to ask for. People with PTSD can push away their loved ones by their selfishness, which leaves them feeling alone in the fight. That doesn't have to be the case. We need to study the effects of PTSD more, find a way to help everyone cope. Brother Brian Schimian has brought up the idea to me of starting a Masonic charity to help study PTSD. Well, there are plenty of foundations outside of Freemasonry that push the study and the cure for mental disorders, specializing in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. We can help these foundations by raising money for them. There are benefits of it for the order, and for our brethren. For some brethren and their families the fight isn't over. Like I tell my battle buddy going into combat, “I have your back.” Shouldn’t we tell our brethren, the same?

  If you are suffering from PTSD I ask you to help me help you. Whether  you are you brother
Mason, a brother/sister in arms, a civil service member, nurse, doctor or just a victim of a
traumatizing event. The time is now to get help. Remember, you are not alone in this fight. If you
don’t have someone to talk to call one of the numbers below, they are willing to help. If you are
like me and don’t like talking to counselors or psychiatrists, talk to a loved one. If you can’t I am
always accepting e-mails from all my readers and I will talk you through what ever battle you are
facing. Sometimes it’s easier to know you're talking to someone who knows exactly what it is
like to lose sleep, concentration and live through the life of PTSD. So however you want, just get
help.


Veteran Crisis Line
1.800.273.TALK (8255) - Veterans Press ’1
PTSD Information Hotline
Phone: 802-296-6300
PTSD Sanctuary

~AG



Bro. Aaron Gardner was raised as a Master Mason in his hometown lodge of Flushing, Michigan. He has served in active duty with the United States Army for the last seven years in which he has become well traveled around the world. He is currently stationed in Lawton, Oklahoma where he is a member of Triangle Lodge #548. When Bro. Gardner is not defending the nation, he takes great pride in writing articles for his blog Celestial Brotherhood, writing his fiction novel and researching all he can involving the Craft.