by The Usual Suspect
I finally began the long hard road of Veterans Affairs interaction. Re-opened a claim I started before I got out.
The lady I saw was very nice, very helpful, sweetly civilian and seemed to be genuinely concerned with helping out a former Joe. I handed her the necessary paperwork and answered her questions while she made phone calls on my behalf and fought with her printer. She brought up my old claim on the computer, and as we talked, she became more agitated with the original, rejected claim.
"Adjustment disorder with depressed mood, general anxiety, and panic attacks... WHY didn't they classify this as PTSD?"
"I dunno," I told her. "I guess it wasn't enough to warrant PTSD."
She seemed to think that was pretty ridiculous. I told her that a PTSD diagnosis makes it hard to deploy a soldier. She set me up with the VA's healthcare and gave me a couple of phone numbers for the headshrinkers. Bless her heart. I get the feeling that she isn't plotting against me.