Bungle you allude to a popular misconception about PTSDll and it only being applicable to " soldiering " and any other experiences whilst in uniform. Trauma is a physical or mental - response to an event. That response often has a very debilitating affect on our life. I work with a lot of people who have experienced physical or sexual abuse as a child, or adult for that matter. Experiencing such a thing and " coping " is for many, a long term process. People often have very different ways of coping, from ignoring it, to extreme behaviours which help people to cope. It's is very easy for us to judge people but we don't know what " works " for people. One of my patients used cocaine, not as a recreational drug, but in her words " Terry, it's the only thing that helps me forget !" The big ethical dilemma in PTSD is that there are many who are interventionist, someone who has been abused must receive a therapeutic intervention because it's the only way to deal and cope with past experiences. I believe you can't " force " people to start " work " into getting to the root of their problems, it must be the person wanting to address their problem because in doing so, they to relive some horrific traumatic experience. It is not easy and can be a lengthy on going process that in fact can't ' cure " people, but does help people understand their trauma and experiences more. A good therapist will discuss with you expectations, what therepy consists of and that it will be an ongoing life long therepeutic commitment. In closing people, you have to want to seek help and be aware of what it entails and the pros and cons off the process, and that it is not always " successfully ". I will close by saying this. Who are we as Mental Health Professionals to say to someone " you will definitely need this to help you cope with your PTSD. ! ". because frankly, there are no certainties when it comes to affairs of the mind. I recall someone saying to me: " I'm in a house, an empty house, I go in and go upstairs, turn left into my bedroom. In the corner of my room is a closet. I walk inside the closet and there in the corner, is a small wooden box. Inside that box, I have put all my memories, all of my bad memories. And the memories stay there and I'm happy for that. I very rarely open the box, I don't even go into the house and visit it very rarely because when I do, it hurts and upsets me. I'm happy with that, I can cope and don't even feel the need to even think about opening that box ".
I hope I have made some sense and apologies in advance if I have " rambled " on. Take care.