schoppy wrote:
Howdy Paul
As a fellow vet (Air Force), Welcome to our little family here.
There are other people on here that have gone through the same thing so don't feel alone.
Feel free to ask any questions that you may have, im sure someone on here will be able to help you out.
Schoppy
Schoppy & all others who have posted replies to me,
I have "picked out" few key things you guys have said, have chewed them over, and maybe the most important thing is/was something I already knew or should have known; I'm not alone in this even though I have felt that way since my diagnosis and surgery. This has made me rethink my experience as a boy who really did feel so very much alone as an older kid who was a bed wetter.
But I am more than that now, right?
I did lead a team doing Combat Retrograde operations near and along the Ho Chi Minh Trail where it came into S. Vietnam from Cambodia. That was "hotspot" for Agent Orange use and exposure and is where I was likely exposed to that poison. But I was with a team there and it has hit me between the eyes to realize that, if I was exposed to AO, so were those other guys. I've been thinking about them; how many of them have died, are dying, or are in the same spot I am in now if they got lucky and had a good medical team like I did? I don't have contact with any of them now so I don't know the answer to that, but by feeling "alone" in this I realize that I have been selfish. They were my team and I need to step up to that and stop festering about myself.
I had a great career after I left the Army and - to this day - many former employees of mine stay in touch with me, not as my workers but as my friends. They still care about me but have I only cared about myself? I need to make that right.
And there was that "boy" I hated who was me. But he
was me and just like he did all those years ago he is still in me, crying and feeling so alone. I need to make peace with him, don't I? I need to accept him - to accept myself - for what he was and for what he still is. Not a "bedwetting sissy-boy" but a kid who drew strength from what made him feel so weak. He survived and didn't "die" in Vietnam at all but became a strong and confident man. And I can survive and be strong again, too.
You freaking guys should all be awarded Honorary Degrees in Social Psychology for making this so plain to me so quickly!
As of today I am not going to hide this. I'm not going to be ashamed of buying adult diapers. I'm going to continue working on doing the Kegal exercises and if they help, great. If not, so what? At least I tried, right?
So...what can I do here to help someone else? Suggestions?