I had a remarkable exchange on this subreddit yesterday. It was a simple check-in to see how everyone was doing.

Not that this was new, almost all of the support groups and therapists do those check-ins. I can’t explain why, but that thread struck me and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for almost 24 hours straight.

I told the poster that not once in my life have I shared any details regarding the harder parts of my service or PTSD. This is true, I’ve addressed the PTSD symptoms with many therapists, but she doesn’t know how I developed them.

And in not one support group did I contribute, I found myself always thinking I was unworthy to contribute as my fellow brothers had been through worse. It was always engrained in me by my conservative Korean family, that I had it easy and everyone else’s problems were worse than mine.

I don’t even know where to begin… but I suppose I can share one thing that no one knows except my soon-to-be ex-wife. I am now an honorably discharged USAF Captain, after an unfortunate incident with a M18A1** **Claymore… and have been a paraplegic for the past 6, almost 7 years.

I think right now, I find myself all that I can say, which is more I’ve said before.

if I might ask, how do you all deal with isolation, with survivors guilt… disability? Among other things… of course I’d never pry, so please don’t feel obligated to comment anything you’re not comfortable with.