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Healing to me would mean being able to feel positive emotions and not have to pretend like I am. Also, the ability to be alone with my thoughts without having any suicidal ideation would mean I was pretty well healed.
Hello, My name is Name, and I used to be patriotic, self-confident, physically fit, and happy. I joined the Army out of love for my country at a time when my wife was pregnant with our first child, and decided to become a commissioned officer so I could positively change the lives of the soldiers in my charge. Specialized School at Location was a challenge for me. I struggled, but always came out among the top performers in my class of nearly Number officer candidates. At this time, I was fairly competitive, and had learned how to dig deep and out-perform many people. Unfortunately, I don't pick up on social cues very well, and was unaware that I had created enemies. I'm unsure if that detail is relevant, but it may have been. It was early September, and we were coming up on our graduation day, so we were given a little more freedom. I was invited by some of my fellow classmates to go with them into the city to go to clubs and all that. Additionally, we all split the cost of a hotel room between myself and 4 others. That night, we got food, and went out to the clubs. I never once had a gut feeling that this night would be one of the worst in my life. I'm unclear on some of the details, but I had about 3 or 4 drinks which I usually could handle just fine without any issues. This night, maybe due to not drinking for several months or possibly other factors, I became too intoxicated to stay out so someone called an uber and took me back to the room which I still don't remember much of that ride. The next thing I remember is waking up to excruciating pain and realizing I was being held down by to people while one was raping me. I recall trying to get away, but I was punched in the head a few times and blacked out. When I woke up I was so sick feeling and in pain with a headache and down below. I was still naked and on the floor by the air conditioner. there were about 10 or more people asleep all around the room. I went to the bathroom and realized what I had been through. At that point I left and went to my officer title and told him what had happened. My officer title and the officer 2 had a meeting where I was told to drop it. I was told it's my word against other people's word, and if I tried to go up the chain with it that my career would be over, and I would be dishonorably discharged which would negatively impact the rest of my life. I ended up just putting my head down and graduated two weeks later. I spent the next several years trying to forget what had happened, and after 3 years I was out with other service members and the memories came flooding back and lead to a suicide attempt. I had been self-medicating with alcohol. I kept the anger and pain inside and suffered in silence. This incident of my attempt got me discharged from the Army for good. I went the next 4 years heavily drinking and became suicidal once again and for the first time I sought out help and told my wife what had happened to me. I sought therapy, went through medical trials, and even had the SGB procedure twice. PTSD has contributed I believe to my development of a debilitating autoimmune disease, Major Depressive Disorder, and nearly constant suicidal thoughts. Somehow I'm able to mask my feelings and appear happy for my 3 kids and wife, but ii am mentally and physically suffering every day, and though I don't blame my assault for every issue I have, but I do believe it was the catalyst that led to them.
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