Saturday, November 5, 2011. Here are a few photos of what PTSD does to a brain. Not my scan, I dont have a copy of it- yet. I didnt think to take a cell pic while we were reviewing it, I was too far into the discussion. You may wonder why I am posting all this. I hope maybe my struggle can help someone else, if nothing else maybe make some people who are so quick to judge realize nothing in life is ever black and white. PTSD is much like diabetes, cancer, the flu. It is a very RE.

Life with kids is often hilarious, disgusting, and weird, but always amazing. So, this is odd. Here, we fill out a form to look into Sensory Processing Disorder, and come out not only without a consensus there, but now not even speech therapy. I feel almost like a hypochondriac, or I guess it would be more of what, Munchhausen by Proxy here? To be happy here, right? Why am I not? 8221;.

Exploring the craft of writing and self expression; I can only tell my stories and I can always tell them here. The morning implies selfish solitude. I walked to work yesterday morning. Today was a first for me.

Posted in South African Life. Tagged A South African Story. For Ian; An Ordinary Saturday.