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I'm a very patient being and tend to be almost
OCD when it comes to keeping things
organized and in their place.
I suffered a catastrophic accident at a young
age, and thru the grace of God, managed
some assemblage with a normal relationship
for 46 years.
My son served three tours in Iraq (combat).
He was discharged 100% disabled with PTSD
and a TBI from an RPG blast to the Humvee
he was in.
When confronted with the utter chaos of
multiple projects, (he has difficulty
concentrating on completing the task at hand),
the garage becomes so cluttered that it's
impossible to work in.
It's also a strange reaction from him, if there's
any wind blowing at all, he won't get engaged
in anything, and wants to stay indoors.
His MOS in the military was that of a fabricator,
and as such, tends to blast thru tasks that
require a a little finesse and forethought.
All the while,
This remains first and foremost in my
interactions in trying to cope with my
son as I'll not give up...
"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things
I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference."
My pain is on par with what he suffers.
Thanks to all here that begin to understand.
OCD when it comes to keeping things
organized and in their place.
I suffered a catastrophic accident at a young
age, and thru the grace of God, managed
some assemblage with a normal relationship
for 46 years.
My son served three tours in Iraq (combat).
He was discharged 100% disabled with PTSD
and a TBI from an RPG blast to the Humvee
he was in.
When confronted with the utter chaos of
multiple projects, (he has difficulty
concentrating on completing the task at hand),
the garage becomes so cluttered that it's
impossible to work in.
It's also a strange reaction from him, if there's
any wind blowing at all, he won't get engaged
in anything, and wants to stay indoors.
His MOS in the military was that of a fabricator,
and as such, tends to blast thru tasks that
require a a little finesse and forethought.
All the while,
This remains first and foremost in my
interactions in trying to cope with my
son as I'll not give up...
"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things
I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference."
My pain is on par with what he suffers.
Thanks to all here that begin to understand.