In the ten years since I discovered photographs my father took during his time in the European Theatre of WWII, I have been on a mission to understand how his service shaped my childhood. The ice cold, deafening silence about traumas I suffered as a very young child had created deep depression, negativity, and melancholy that was beginning to infect my young children. Read the rest of this entry »
Something has been very interesting to me over the last several years & that is how the effects of PTSD seem to be generational. I realize that there are several articles and a few studies studying this phenomena, but when it hits home that is what makes it interesting to me. I suppose that returning to Viet Nam in 2001 brought the light of knowledge to my life and how PTSD was acting like a cancer in my life, my families life & my professional life. So, I discovered that I had PTSD from the traumas in Viet Nam. My reaction was anger and distrust. I tried to drink my way to health for a while, but found it difficult to function that way so I stopped. Read the rest of this entry »
I was a war baby. My father enlisted shortly after Pearl Harbor, as did all of his friends and family. My parents were married in May of 1942, a small home wedding, with my father in his uniform, my mother in a blue suit. I was conceived about 18 months later, probably in Cambridge, MA, where my father had been sent to teach something in the War College at Harvard. Read the rest of this entry »
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