Site Moderation
The moderator of this site is not a mental
health, nor, a legal professional. It has been
created by one afflicted with PTSD as a
personal pathway to recovery with the hope of
mutual benefit for others from my work.
The moderator of this site is not a mental
health, nor, a legal professional. It has been
created by one afflicted with PTSD as a
personal pathway to recovery with the hope of
mutual benefit for others from my work.
Primary objectives
The primary focus of this site is promote
safety and healing among those with PTSD.
Issues of critical importance, from my
perspective, pertain to suicide awareness
and prevention as well as the promotion of
safe driving practices.
More specifically: my objective is an
application of the "ounce of prevention"
model based on my present need for two
"pounds of cure".
The primary focus of this site is promote
safety and healing among those with PTSD.
Issues of critical importance, from my
perspective, pertain to suicide awareness
and prevention as well as the promotion of
safe driving practices.
More specifically: my objective is an
application of the "ounce of prevention"
model based on my present need for two
"pounds of cure".
Notice of non-affiliation
At various points through out my site you will find
links I feel are pertinent or provide further
illumination to my point. (as above) The listing of
a link in my site in no way denotes an
endorsement on the part of myself nor the party
listed. Unless specifically stated on both of our
web sites (or other public documentation)
Liberty Pal claims no affiliation with any
organization.
At various points through out my site you will find
links I feel are pertinent or provide further
illumination to my point. (as above) The listing of
a link in my site in no way denotes an
endorsement on the part of myself nor the party
listed. Unless specifically stated on both of our
web sites (or other public documentation)
Liberty Pal claims no affiliation with any
organization.
This is YOUR concern!
According to the National Center
for PTSD as much as 50% of
people exposed to a high-risk
environment (e.g. Combat
deployment, ems, fire fighters,
law enforcement, victims of
violence, natural disasters,etc.)
will develop clinically significant
symptoms of PTSD at some
point in their lives.
Historically speaking these
symptoms range from relatively
private intrusions of daily
thoughts and nightmares to
public, high-risk, behaviours
such as drinking and driving.
According to the National Center
for PTSD as much as 50% of
people exposed to a high-risk
environment (e.g. Combat
deployment, ems, fire fighters,
law enforcement, victims of
violence, natural disasters,etc.)
will develop clinically significant
symptoms of PTSD at some
point in their lives.
Historically speaking these
symptoms range from relatively
private intrusions of daily
thoughts and nightmares to
public, high-risk, behaviours
such as drinking and driving.
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Site design and layout
This site was designed, and, is maintained by Scott Peterson, SK Peterson Photography using SiteBuilder. As I
was browsing templates for ideas on a presentation this one caught my eye. Initially it was due to the fact the
the overall motif is blue and gold. My association with the Navy dive community has left me with what, I suspect,
will be a life-long affinity for that combination of colors.
I looked for just a second before I noticed the bubbles in the background and had to laugh aloud at the memory
sparked by the combination. I recalled a time, in the winter of 1992, when I was in training as a Navy deep sea
diver. Our class project for the day was a bottom search for "an old car". The evolution was complicated by the
seeming omnipresence of sludge most readily measured in "feet" deep and our dive rig: configured to be
negatively bouyant; it weighed well in excess of 150 lbs on the surface.
Navy divers are trained to fill all stations required on a dive. To accomplish this we would routinely rotate through
the various stations until all remaining class members were certified in each of the required areas. By the time
my turn to suit up and get wet arrived the mud bottom had been well-churned by numerous pairs of legs and
visibility was "less than zero".
There was just enough time between when I left the surface to when I reached the bottom to wonder how the
bottom had been effected by previous divers. Many of our dives in this area utilized techniques designed to
minimize bottom disturbance. This rig was not one of them.
I setteled into the bottom and began attempting to maneuver my cumbersome dive rig through the agitated
muck. Within a step I could tell that walking was not the best optiion as my leg burrowed deep into the layers of
silt until it reached my waist. I began experimenting with various techniques of accomplishing my task.
A familiar voice called over the ear-piece of my rig asking if I was ok. This was common during dives as a safety
check. I responded indicating that I was fine to continue when top-side ordered that I go to work. I repeated the
order and continued churning. A couple seconds later the voice requested "Take your bubbles with you, Red". I
felt in the darkness for my bubbles to reorient myself feeling a little betrayed by their refusal to move across the
surface at a rate equivalent to my effort.
Turns out in the confusion I had begun to crawl "down" not "over". Ooops! Within a couple minutes of correcting
my orientation I had completed the assigned task and proceeded through training. As we students were
concluding our dives in that evolution we were surprised with a visit from the command Executive Officer - in dive
station attire! We were provided, that day, a demonstration of mastery of technique superceeding pure youthful
strength and desire to succeed. An important lesson.
As I allowed myself to recall that story, looking at the template, I saw that it could serve as a visual reminder to
myself of some of the lessons I learned on that, and other, days. On days I feel "stuck in the mud" I am
reminded to "check my bubbles" and keep going. I am, also, reminded that - for ANY job -proper utilization of the
right tool for the job can make all the difference in the world.
This site was designed, and, is maintained by Scott Peterson, SK Peterson Photography using SiteBuilder. As I
was browsing templates for ideas on a presentation this one caught my eye. Initially it was due to the fact the
the overall motif is blue and gold. My association with the Navy dive community has left me with what, I suspect,
will be a life-long affinity for that combination of colors.
I looked for just a second before I noticed the bubbles in the background and had to laugh aloud at the memory
sparked by the combination. I recalled a time, in the winter of 1992, when I was in training as a Navy deep sea
diver. Our class project for the day was a bottom search for "an old car". The evolution was complicated by the
seeming omnipresence of sludge most readily measured in "feet" deep and our dive rig: configured to be
negatively bouyant; it weighed well in excess of 150 lbs on the surface.
Navy divers are trained to fill all stations required on a dive. To accomplish this we would routinely rotate through
the various stations until all remaining class members were certified in each of the required areas. By the time
my turn to suit up and get wet arrived the mud bottom had been well-churned by numerous pairs of legs and
visibility was "less than zero".
There was just enough time between when I left the surface to when I reached the bottom to wonder how the
bottom had been effected by previous divers. Many of our dives in this area utilized techniques designed to
minimize bottom disturbance. This rig was not one of them.
I setteled into the bottom and began attempting to maneuver my cumbersome dive rig through the agitated
muck. Within a step I could tell that walking was not the best optiion as my leg burrowed deep into the layers of
silt until it reached my waist. I began experimenting with various techniques of accomplishing my task.
A familiar voice called over the ear-piece of my rig asking if I was ok. This was common during dives as a safety
check. I responded indicating that I was fine to continue when top-side ordered that I go to work. I repeated the
order and continued churning. A couple seconds later the voice requested "Take your bubbles with you, Red". I
felt in the darkness for my bubbles to reorient myself feeling a little betrayed by their refusal to move across the
surface at a rate equivalent to my effort.
Turns out in the confusion I had begun to crawl "down" not "over". Ooops! Within a couple minutes of correcting
my orientation I had completed the assigned task and proceeded through training. As we students were
concluding our dives in that evolution we were surprised with a visit from the command Executive Officer - in dive
station attire! We were provided, that day, a demonstration of mastery of technique superceeding pure youthful
strength and desire to succeed. An important lesson.
As I allowed myself to recall that story, looking at the template, I saw that it could serve as a visual reminder to
myself of some of the lessons I learned on that, and other, days. On days I feel "stuck in the mud" I am
reminded to "check my bubbles" and keep going. I am, also, reminded that - for ANY job -proper utilization of the
right tool for the job can make all the difference in the world.
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