Call me what you will. Labels no longer concern me. I prevented one suicide where I used to work, for SURE. And quite possibly, 3 others. I gave peace to a dying man, when everyone else thought he was behavioral. Want to know how? I sang to him. I sang every damn 60 and 70s rock I could think of, and guess what folks, I brought a smile to him with my air guitar and voice.... all the while balancing cocktails of pills that were to HELP, not hurt.
I was a good ace in the hole, but many viewed me as a threat. I am no threat. If you are here to fight this epidemic of suicides then welcome, I fight beside you. If you are here to gather things for other purposes, I implore you to be gone. You are not welcome here. To read our hearts is to know a combat veteran.
But first, here is a video I put together on Secondary. Its the whole thing. Its me. It really is me. How I talk, how I look, how I cry, how I laugh....how I distract over the tiniest things....
I want you to know me. It's okay, watch it. It will be good for you, because I am not aware of many other women who are less concernced about reputation and more concnerned about Veterans than myself.
I am who I am. You may love me, hate me, beat me, but I will always be me. So, folks, here, is me :) Enjoy and leave your thoughts at the bottom, nothing I hate worse is seeing all these people have been looking at my posts, but NO ONE has anything to say???? NOTHING? Surely you have one word, one sentiment good or bad. C'mon stop being creeper and leave a note. Or, email me at email@example.com
I swear. Kind of a lot. And it drives Miss Brannan the most perfect woman EVER crazy. She has even prefaced posts as a warning. But when I blog, I blog for real, and I WILL not censor myself. I'll live that to my beloved Brannan. Here. Here I am. Where are YOU? Will you show yourself to me and prove I am NOT alone? Are you strong enough to show the world that you are human and are dealing with very human things? Go on. No one. NO ONE HERE JUDGES ever.
So, caregiver skin, here I am. Its late, I'm tired, and its almost xmas. But, the point is, I am COMFORTABLE IN MY OWN SKIN. And I KNOW I am the most beautiful when I am being me.
The VA has a funny way of saying, "You are enabling this" "you are making him dependent on you" "You are treating him like a baby...." Well, dears, I don't know how you raised YOUR babies, but I do NOT treat 2 year olds like I treat my husband. My baby is still learning, my HUSBAND is being REMINDED.
My husband is being protected, and kept physically safe. Take a hike VA. You almost killed him with your lacky care for his rotten feet. Only after I begged cried and moaned did we EVER start getting treated for these infections. I digress.... Watch the vid, and welcome loves, to my world.
This is me, and I. Am. Small.
~~~~~Written/recorded by K. Peterson, a combat Veteran caregiver, proud wife of an army Veteran messed right up in good old Iraq. TBI, PTSD, and you name it. Never give up women. Never never never never give up. Fight for what is right, and continue to speak your truth.