Personal Narrative: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

Bombs blasting, people screaming, gums firing these are one of many thoughts going through my father’s head in his sleep. I was ten years old and during the night I tapped my father on his shoulder to wake him up this is when he grabbed me by the neck. I was confused and shook his arms yelling “Dad it’s me Samantha!” the look in his eyes when he realized what he was doing, he was so ashamed and hurt. For the rest of the night he didn’t go to sleep he stood up pacing all night he was upset at himself and in the morning promised that he would never do that to me again. I was so confused on what was happening and why my father was this way so, I asked my mother why dad would be so cautious at times this is when she said he had “Post …show more content…
Until my junior year of high school, in my theatre history class we learned about Epic theatre and our assignment was now to make an epic theatre piece and it had to be something we were passionate about or it wouldn’t be successful. This is when went back to that night and the confusion I had and still in my junior year had about post-traumatic stress disorder. So I decided I was going to bring awareness to it. To find information I dug into the internet reading stories about people struggling with the disease, found government websites that explained what it was and the triggers of the disorder, even went as far as making a Instagram account so anybody not only my class could learn about it. It wasn’t until the day of the presentation I asked my mom to come into my class and share her experience with my father. I was shocked she explained how it hurt her to see him suffer, have his triggered spells, and his depression modes she also shared how she wanted to give up and leave at times but what hit me was when she said that love makes you want to stay , how it was love that kept them