I received an email from a woman the other day. It had been a long time since I heard from her. She wrote me to say that she met a woman who had once met me, and read my book Accepting the Ashes- A Daughter’s Look at PTSD. The email said that the woman told her she…
shared a very healing talk with you about “coming out of the ashes of her dad’s PTSD from Desert Storm.” She wanted you to know that your book and story helped her a lot to “get over my anger and disappointment at not having a healthy relationship with a dad who retreated into drugs and alcohol when I needed him most. She said meeting you helped her “let go of the bitterness.”
It was moving to receive this message because it reminded me of the original reason I wrote my book. While today (8 years after writing it) I think about getting my book in the hands of veterans and their families from OIF and OEF, people who are recently learning to understand the new feelings of PTSD. However, I originally wrote the story from my own experience that mirrored the woman quoted above. I wanted to reach out to other children of veterans with Post Traumatic Stress, adult children who are trying to be healed adults, while feeling the pain of their fathers.
I know that a whole new generation of children are growing up right now, who are living with PTSD in their home. I also know that a good number of these ‘children of PTSD’ are all grown up now, being mothers and fathers, grandparents, sisters and partners, and they are still trying to understand, and come to terms with, what happened. I am one of these ‘children’. There are many of us from a number of ‘wars’. No matter how much time passes, our healing continues. Hopefully our healing can help the younger ones who will need understanding.
The woman who wrote the message closed by saying “So thank you Quynn from all of us in this life who work with families who are, in one way or the other, dealing with the sad debris of addiction, depression, and anger come from war.” I am touched that my little book has helped anyone see through their pain and know that they are not alone. War is a cultural pain. As each of us heal our wounds, we help others heal theirs.
Here is a link of a similar story http://www.sidran.org/sub.cfm?contentID=67§ionid=4
ver, 8 years ago