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Saturday, July 14, 2012

Women in Combat: Policy and Reality Don't Match


Women in Combat: Policy and Reality Don’t Match

Guest Post to One Weary Soldier By Francesca Acocella and Ariela Migdal, ACLU Women’s Rights Project

Servicewomen are currently flying helicopters, blowing up landmines, and serving on combat footpatrols. Yet official policy still purports to ban commanders from assigning servicewomen to serve in ground combat units.

Recent changes to the combat exclusion policy open up opportunities for women and recognize that many women have already been exposed to combat – and even lost their lives – in Iraq and Afghanistan.  Yet women are still officially barred from being assigned to ground combat units in most situations. Talented servicewomen who joined the Armed Services to contribute to our nation end up leaving because the policy prevents them from making the full contribution they are capable of making.  For decades, the American Civil Liberties Union Women’s Rights Project has worked with servicewomen to expand their opportunities for service, arguing that women’s exclusion from combat arms units is based on antiquated stereotypes about women and about war. Now, we're interested in talking with servicewomen who have been in combat, or who would like to serve in a combat arms unit or attend a combat arms school or training program. Please share your story with us.

The women defending our freedom deserve more than recognition for their contributions - they deserve the same career opportunities as servicemen. If you are a servicewoman who has been exposed to combat or wants to serve in a combat arms unit or attend a combat arms school or training program, please tell us your story. We look forward to hearing from you!

To get in touch with the ACLU Women’s Rights Project to share your story, please call 212-519-7858. All information will be treated as confidential. This is not a solicitation or an offer by the ACLU to represent you. We cannot promise that any information you provide will lead to any specific action on our part.

***Please note that this is a guest post to One Weary Soldier.  Do not contact me directly about this story.  I have no information for you.  Please see the above paragraph for contact information.  Thank you.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

MST Vets Finally Getting a Say So by Jenny McClendon

The following post was written by friend and staff blogger of the "One Weary Soldier", Jenny McClendon.  All opinions expressed are her own.


Veterans that have experienced Military Sexual Trauma are finally getting our say. We were raped. It was not our fault. We did our jobs and other people did not do their jobs. Unfortunately people that did not do their jobs are still collecting paychecks. I am talking about military and Department of Veteran’s Affairs Doctors.

Aware and literate Americans have been reading and hearing about the problem of the Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) diagnosis for several months. This is the diagnosis that is often given to both male and female members of the military that report rape and are sent for psychiatric evaluations by commanders that wish to dispose of their most recent rape victim.

The National Institute of Mental Health quotes the Diagnostic and StatisticalManual, Fourth Edition, Text Revision (DSM IV TR) in defining BPD this way:

There are nine criteria for BPD and in order to be correctly diagnosed with BPD you have to have enduring and pervasive patterns that include five of the nine criteria:

        Extreme reactions—including panic, depression, rage, or frantic actions—to abandonment, whether real or perceived.

        A pattern of intense and stormy relationships with family, friends, and loved ones, often veering from extreme closeness and love (idealization) to extreme dislike or anger (devaluation).

        Distorted and unstable self-image or sense of self, which can result in sudden changes in feelings, opinions, values, or plans and goals for the future (such as school or career choices).

        Impulsive and often dangerous behaviors, such as spending sprees, unsafe sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, and binge eating.

        Recurring suicidal behaviors or threats or self-harming behavior, such as cutting.

        Intense and highly changeable moods, with each episode lasting from a few hours to a few days.

        Chronic feelings of emptiness and/or boredom.

        Inappropriate, intense anger or problems controlling anger.

        Having stress-related paranoid thoughts or severe dissociative symptoms, such as feeling cut off from oneself, observing oneself from outside the body, or losing touch with reality.

NOTE: The National Institute of Mental Health states that 1.6 percent of the population has Borderline Personality in any given year. The National Institute of Mental Health might have to omit numbers from the Department of Veteran’s Affairs to keep this number from skyrocketing.


These patterns need to be “Enduring” so if a doctor that has known you for less than one year diagnoses you as “Borderline,” this diagnosis might be an act of malpractice. That malpractice will hurt you so please take action. File a complaint at the very least.

These “Enduring patterns” cannot overlap so if you have a substance abuse problem that cannot be used twice to cover self-destructive behavior and substance abuse. Any other issues like depression or PTSD cannot explain these “Enduring patterns”. If you meet the five out of nine criteria but you are suffering from acute PTSD and most of the symptoms pass then you do not have BPD.



Within the field of psychology there are a number of professionals that think that this diagnosis is a stretch of the imagination. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) authors finally stopped calling homosexuality a mental disorder in 1973 and shortly after that, Borderline Personality Disorder made it into the DSM.

Psychologists and psychiatrists at the Department of Veterans Affairs give this diagnosis out when they do not want to treat clients with pervasive Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

What is shocking is that Trauma Therapists give this diagnosis out and dismiss veterans from Trauma Services Departments for having been traumatized too many times.

What the tax payers may want to know is that a veteran that suited up and showed up to serve their country and was raped by another member of the military. The rape is never enough.

That patriotic American that suited up and showed up to do their part for their country will be psychiatrically abused by a military doctor that often gives them a debilitating diagnosis often after a single evaluation.

That service member will probably lose their job because they were raped. Then that service member has to fight joblessness, homelessness, and lost custody of their children because they were expendable to their commanders after being raped. This makes patriotism punishable by homelessness. This is not a proper reward for service.

By Congressional mandate the Department of Veteran’s Affairs is supposed to treat Military Sexual Trauma upon request. A “Borderline Personality Disorder” diagnosis is the loophole that the Department of Veteran’s Affairs uses to dismiss veterans from treatment with the same level of agony and shame that this veteran was thrown out of the military with. The rape was never enough.

The psychologist that threw your veteran away is paid more than the veteran made in service. That psychologist will receive a government pension that you contribute to. That VA psychologist uses plenty of your tax contribution to go to conferences and to training that will pad their retirement resume. This safe and cushy federal job is not a proper reward for having thrown your veteran away.

--
Professor Jenny McClendon

Humanities, ethics, and logic professor,
Online and traditional formats,

Historical writer,
Social Scientist,
Social Issues Writer
Old Testament Historian,
Ethicist...

Personal/professional email:
professor.mcclendon@gmail.com

Monday, May 28, 2012

A Memorial Day Tribute To Those Who Have Touched My Life

It seems appropriate, yet heartbreaking, that I sit down to write this post on today of all days.  Memorial Day.  It's a day of tribute to those comrades who lost their lives before us.  Those who led the way for Veterans like me.  Thank you.  Thank you to them, to their families and to all those who supported them.  

That's what I'm here to write about today.  The people who touch our lives.  The ones you don't hear about.  The others who sit silently in the background and don't get the recognition they so rightly deserve.  Yet they are there for us each and every day of our lives.  You know them.  You know who they are.  They are the person behind the counter at the gas station who sells you that cup of morning coffee.  He or she smiles at you each day.  What would you do without that familiar face?  They are the neighbor who mows your grass when they know you are away.  They are the kids you pay to clean your house because you're too tired to do so.  These people aren't just neighbors, service people, strangers you see everyday.  They become friends; family you come to know and trust and love.

I have been blessed in my life to have met and added many such people to my extended family.  In Missouri, outside of Fort Leonard Wood, I lived in the little town of Buckhorn.  Back then the population was 714.  That included my roommate, Polly and I.  Polly and I were both E4's and struggling to live off post without the benefit of what is now called BAS.  Next door to us lived a single mother with three children.  On the other side of the neighbors were two other single soldiers.  Further down was a married couple with two toddlers.  To say we were all dirt poor was an understatement.  We became family.  Every Sunday we would pool our resources and get together for "Sunday Dinner".  Those of us who didn't cook (me) were resigned to clean-up and dish duty after the meal was over.  Over those dinners we talked, laughed, cried, shared; everything a family does.  To this day, I am still in touch with the family that lived immediately next to us.  I have watched the children grow up, marry, and have children of their own.  Now come the grandchildren.  When did I get so old?  I was 20 years old when I arrived at Fort Leonard Wood.  Today I am 53.  We still laugh and share our pain.  This family, the mother, I watched her struggle to raise her family as best she could.  She couldn't afford a telephone of her own.  Polly and I drilled a hole in the wall between my bedroom and their kitchen wall.  We then ran a telephone line into their kitchen so they would have a phone at all times.  That's what you do for family.  You share and you take care.  Were they military?  No.  The oldest daughter did marry a man who enlisted and went on to serve this Country.  Today I salute not only him, but this family who was there for me back when I was a young soldier.  Poor, needy, homesick.  They became my family.  As poor as they were, they were there for me.  I salute them.  I remember them and honor them today.

In 1988 I was selected for Recruiting Duty.  Those of you who were recruiters back in the old days know how difficult it used to be.  Remember "mission boxes"? They were a horror.  There was mandatory "red time" and 14 and 16 hour days.  No, I'm not bullshitting you.  That's how it used to be.  Everything was mandatory this and mandatory that.  I once was told I couldn't vote in a State Election because it wasn't written into my "planning guide".  I shit you not.  One threat to call to the IG and I was out the door and on my way to the polls.  Yeah, I was a bitch even back then. 

Recruiting wasn't all that bad.  It was the BS we had to deal with that was the hard part.  Working with the kids was a real joy.  I admit that here and now.  However, without the support of my Peoria family I never would've survived my tour of duty and that is the honest truth.

I moved into a little house on Ronald Road in Peoria and little did I know that was the best decision I ever made.  The neighborhood was quiet, the street tree-lined and well kept.  Very middle America.  I grew up in Chicago and love the Midwest so this was to my liking.  This was a family oriented neighborhood and I was happy with my little house.  

I met my next door neighbors right away.  Tim, the gregarious and always smiling husband.  His daughters, Carrie and Katie.  Julie came a little later.  She was more reserved but warmed up to me with time.  It didn't take long before we were all good friends, running back and forth between the two houses like there was no door between them.  Carrie and Katie took care of my dogs during those long days that I worked.  They loved them as much as I did.  When I needed my house cleaned, I'd toss the kids a few bucks and they'd clean the house as best they could.  I was happy with whatever they did.

Julie fed me most every night.  I would come dragging in from work late at night and she'd have saved me a plate from dinner.  She was always, always there for me.  On Sundays, during football season we'd get together at their house and lay out a huge spread of junk food and eat for three solid hours while we cheered on our beloved Bears.  We kept Julie's Jim McMahon doll on the table like an icon.  I'll never forget the play when he was injured by Reggie White.  Julie blamed me for that, ya know.  I was pissed at McMahon for the previous play and I'd picked up the doll and thrown it across the room.  Julie picked up Jimmy and yelled at me.  I apologized profusely.  The next play ... well, we've all seen that film over and over.  We know what Reggie White did to Jim McMahon.  That was the end of his career in my opinion.  I hope Julie has finally forgiven me for that.

The night of the Annual Recruiting Conference Ball was a big deal.  I pulled out my Dress Blues and don't you know it, the frigging hem was falling down on my skirt.  Never fear.  Julie to the rescue.  She was right there for me with a needle and thread, on her hands and knees, fixing that skirt for me at the very last minute.  She wasn't going to let me go out with pins in my skirt like I wanted to do.  Not Julie.  

When there was a family event, I was always included.  That went without saying.  It didn't matter if they were good times or bad.  Happy or sad.  I was included like family.  When my own mother got sick, Julie was there for me.  There were weekends during my mothers illness that I just needed to go away to rest, to cry, to vent.  Julie and her family were there for me, waiting in Peoria with open arms.  When Mom passed, they made the three hour drive up to Chicago for the Memorial Service.  I hadn't expected them to come, but Julie wanted to be there for me.  Julie to the rescue.  After the service, we had a small family gathering at my brothers house.  It was very intimate and only close family was invited.  Of course, Julie and her family were included.  My father had met them on many occasions and knew how much they meant to me.  They are family.  

On Sunday mornings, hungover, awakened by screaming Blue Jays, Tim and I used to sit in the back yard, his or mine, and we'd shoot bb's at those damn Blue Jays.  We hated them.  We only got away with it until Julie woke up and caught us.  She'd come outside and yell at us to "Quit! You two!"  She was always worried the neighbors would call the police on us.  

Family is in the heart.  We in the military add many people to our hearts.  We move so much, so often; at least we did in my day, that it's difficult to plant roots.  Those who touch us, those who make a difference in our lives are to be remembered.  They are to be memorialized.  It's not just our spouses and our blood families or the service members who paved the way who support us.  It's the families or the service people or any number of friends who touch your life along the way who should also be remembered today.  They are the people who sit quietly in the background and never think to ask for recognition.  They are more than deserving of it.  Don't you agree?

Yesterday morning, May 27, 2012, at 4:55 a.m., my friend, my sister, Julie, lost her life to cancer.  This post is dedicated to Julie, her family and those who have touched my heart since I was 17 years old and joined the Army.  To everyone who ever fed me when I was hungry, wiped away my tears when I was crying, listened when I needed to talk, hugged me when I needed it, gave me friendship and comfort, touched me when I needed a gentle and guiding light, gave me a couch to sleep when I was weary, loved me when I needed to be loved, took care of my pets while I worked long hours; this is for you.  You know who you are and I love you all.  

Memorial Day, 2012.  Until the next time....




Sunday, May 6, 2012

How to win a claim for PTSD due to MST

The following information was originally posted by advocate Susan Avila-Smith on Facebook.  With her permission is it being reposted here.


♔ TO WIN A VA CLAIM FOR MST ♔

You will need:

1. A diagnosis of PTSD, Anxiety and/or Depression, from your Provider.

2. A Nexus, or link to service, which needs to be written by your provider as a letter or in your medical chart just like this (print this out and bring it to them):
"After reviewing ___________'s medical records it is my opinion, more likely than not, her/his PTSD, Depression/Anxiety (PTSD, Anxiety/Depression - what ever it specifically is you filed for in your claim and must match exactly) is a direct result of military sexual trauma s/he experienced while serving on active duty."

3. Evidence: VA form #21=0781a. - This is used as "Alternative Evidence".
You may want to ask for help to fill out this form. Most of us cannot do this ourselves.
Fill in your name and VA File # (SS#) information on top.
The date: "On or about (VERY important here - if it was July 11th, you could lose) July 12, 1986.
***IF you cannot remember the date, narrow it down to a three month time frame - a season, holiday, or event like the Presidential Elections. (This is used to check the paperwork and nothing else. If the paperwork is not there, then likely you will not win, so the date range is crucial.)
Enter your dates of Unit Assignment.
Description of the Incident "sexual assault" or “personal assault” by a known person - STATE THEIR NAME, THEIR UNIT INFORMATION and if they were punished and how.
Examples:
“I was assaulted by John Doe, a corporal who was assigned to HOC 733rd MI Bn, Schofield Barracks, Hawaii - the same unit I was assigned to. He was not punished, but I was. I got an Article 15 during the month of July, 1986." OR
“I was assaulted at Darnell Hospital, Fort Hood Texas in the recovery room after surgery. I do not know the people who did this.”
Leave page two of VA Form 0781a with a line through it, and N/A (Not Applicable). ****Seriously - do not put another incident unless you are willing to wait for a very long time.
(To choose which incident if there is more than one, pick the one that has any military record, report or evidence you know of, no matter how small.)
Page three of VA Form 0781a - Address each of the items in #7 on the form. Explain EACH of the "markers" they list. This is KEY to your claim. If you had/did something say it, and if not, say you did not do this behavior.
Here is the list of Markers, and Examples of answers below each one.
• visits to a medical or counseling clinic or dispensary without a specific diagnosis or specific ailment
1. Yes, I went to counseling regarding the assault. Yes, I went to a clinic for testing.
• sudden requests for a change in occupational series or duty assignment
2. The Army involuntarily discharged me within a month after I reported the incident.
• increased use of leave without an apparent reason
3. Yes, I requested and was given a one-week leave immediately after the incident.
• changes in performance and performance evaluations
4. Yes, I received my first poor performance evaluation. Yes, I was always able to do my work, and became unable to do my work after I was assaulted.
• episodes of depression, panic attacks, or anxiety without an identifiable cause
5. Yes, I had panic attacks, felt depressed and had insomnia, and sought counseling for it. I recently requested a copy of my mental health records from Fort Irwin, California and was told they have no record, they had destroyed all old records after a few years.
• increased or decreased use of prescription medications
6. Yes, I increased my use of narcotic & other pain prescription medication at the time.
• increased use of over-the-counter medications
7. Yes, I started using over-the-counter sleep aids, NyQuil, Benadryl, Tylenol PM.
• substance abuse such as alcohol or drugs
8. Yes, I started drinking heavily for the first time in my life. No, I did not do any illegal drugs.
• increased disregard for military or civilian authority
9. Yes, I swore at my superiors. I took leave because I had it, instead of going AWOL.
• obsessive behavior such as overeating or under-eating
10. Yes, I gained 20 lbs. in two weeks. I started checking locks inside house & vehicle; washing my hands raw, and cleaning house obsessively. I also started hoarding & exercised excessively.
• pregnancy tests around the time of the incident
11. Yes, I took pregnancy tests though I had a tubal ligation surgery in June 1992 a few months before I was sexually assaulted.
• tests for HIV or sexually transmitted diseases
12. Yes, I went to an STD Clinic and requested to get tested for HIV & STIs.
• unexplained economic or social behavior changes
13 Yes, I lost my job, and started withdrawing from friends. My life changed forever in many ways breakup of a primary relationship
14 Yes, in 2002, I divorced from my husband after the incident.
This is the end of the list of Markers. Sign and Date the form, and add telephone numbers.
You DO NOT need to find your Military medical records and personnel files, the VA will do this for you. ANYTHING ELSE (JAG, MP, DAILY ROSTER, ETC.) YOU WILL NEED TO REQUEST THAT THE VA GET SEPARATELY as they can get it quickly. You will need to sign a Release of Information for the VA to get it.
4. A copy of anything showing you had problems in the military, such as being AWOL, ARTICLE 15 or a letter from someone who knew you at the time or before and after you served in the military and can attest to the major behavior changes you have shown. Everything should state "I swear this is accurate and true to the best of my ability."
5. A GAF score (Global Assessment of Functioning) can be assigned by your provider at each appointment. (Typically for PTSD the numbers would range around 35-45.) It may be that you are not telling everything to your provider, such as not bathing for days in a row, not caring if you live or die (but not being actively suicidal -- meaning you have a specific plan) etc.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________
U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs - Veterans Online Application System (VONAPP) Source: vabenefits.vba.va.gov

VA will use this form as YOUR Evidence. The 21-0781a can be filed on line, and use the PDF - ONLY FILE FOR ONE INCIDENT.
http://www.vba.va.gov/pubs/forms/VBA-21-0781a-ARE.pdf

This is used as "Alternative Evidence" which is only allowed for MST claims. VA will use this form in place of "hard" Evidence. (If VA denies a claim, it is likely they are not aware of this form or its use, or they are not trained in MST claims.)
____________________________________________________________________________________
You MUST have all of the above to win a claim IF you do not have a police report, hospital report, or other documentation - so any statement about court martial or punishment will be added insurance for your win.
Again, you need the Diagnosis, Nexus and Evidence to win your VA claim. Try to keep it simple.
AND
If you are "HOMELESS" which according to the VA means you do not have a Rental Agreement, Mortgage or Lease - if you are couch surfing - you ARE HOMELESS. If you are Homeless, or have serious financial difficulty you must tell them you are in FINANCIAL DIFFICULTY, and will need to show them documentation. If this is your case, every sentence with every person at the VA should be "I am a homeless veteran, and need to get this ______________ Expedited ....." or "I am in serious Financial trouble, and need to get this ______________ Expedited ....." Expedited claims can be as little as 3 months.
____________________________________________________________________________________
Even with documents from Police or Hospitals, it is "insurance" for you to submit this form VA-21-0781a. Any statement from you about court martial or punishment of your perpetrator - with name, unit information, approximate date that the VA can look for, will be additional insurance for you to win your service connected VA claim for Military Sexual Trauma.
- Diagnosis, Nexus and Evidence will win your VA claim. Keep it simple.
Mail Everything in to the VARO RETURN RECEIPT

We have groups on yahoo and facebook for survivors of Military Sexual Trauma, both for men, and for women.

Please feel free to share this information with survivors of MST, providers to veterans and veterans service officers.
Susan Avila-Smith
Military Sexual Trauma Specialist
Director, VetWow
www.vetwow.com
 

www.packparachute.org
 

and
facebook.com/womenveterans
© Susan Avila-Smith
2009-2012




http://www.vba.va.gov/pubs/forms/VBA-21-0781a-ARE.pdf
 


www.vba.va.gov
 
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Thursday, March 22, 2012

Houston VA Doctor refused to see me with my Service Dog

The letter and the response from Jim Strickland you are about to read was originally published on Jim's Mailbag on March 22, 2012.  On March 20, 2012, I went to the Houston VA Hospital expecting to be treated with dignity and respect.  Isn't that what we should all expect?  What happened to me was disastrous.  Read on.

Dear Jim;

I'm Wendi Goodman. I'm a retired SSG and I served my country honorably. I'm also an MST survivor and I suffer severe physical and mental health issues. The VA has rated me as 100% permanently and totally disabled.

You know me through my blog One Weary Soldier and our advocacy work together. You've known of my dream to get back to Texas...that's home to me. I recently accomplished that. My wife and I (yes, I'm lesbian and legally married) have moved into a delightful home and I have been settling in well.

Settling in well, that is, until I needed health care. A few weeks ago I was impressed with the beauty and seeming efficiency of the VA Medical Center in Houston. Yesterday I needed a refill of a narcotic pain medicine that I've taken for many years. My appointment with a new primary care physician isn't yet on the radar although I was told weeks ago that would happen soon.

In need of my prescription refill, I went to the VAMC in hopes I could see a physician who would help me. Surely people transfer in all the time so they'd know what to do. Right? Wrong. After being shuffled around (my anxiety level rising every second) I was finally told that I would see Niloufar Ghadiri, MD but that I couldn't bring my service dog in the room with me. My service dog is my lifeline to sanity. I've never been refused like this before. I was near panic but I agreed that I'd leave the dog with my wife if I could have a female escort who would accompany me throughout the journey.

I saw the doctor. She instantly decided that I was just another drug seeking dirtbag and sent me directly to a substance abuse clinic. She didn't look at my record to see my narcotics contract, my prescription history, nor did she bother looking at anything else. It was readily apparent she didn't care for me.

Was it my status as a married lesbian or that I'm an honorably retired soldier? I'll never know but it was apparent that she wasn't interested in seeing me as a veteran patient...I was just a problem, not a veteran.

I had an anxiety attack. I was seen by a psychiatrist who reviewed my records and he concluded that I'm one of those who takes a narcotic drug because I have to, not because I want to.

To try and make this long tale shorter...I went home with a supply of the medicine I needed. But then...as my wife was looking over my paperwork and calming me down...she noticed the wrong Social Security number on some papers. The appointments didn't seem to match what I remember being told.

They had given me another woman's paperwork. I had her name, SSN, appointment history and a lot more very personal information in my hands.

The Houston VAMC refused me the proper use of my dog. The doctor accused me of being a drug seeker and refused to treat me. The medication I walked out with was about 1/2 of what I'll need to get me to the appointment that is supposed to be set up for me. I'm not sure if I have an appointment now because they mixed me up with another veteran and I have her documents. My wife is a basket case and questioning why we ever came here. I haven't been able to get control of my emotions for the last 24 hours. This has been absolutely devastating to me.

Jim, what now?





Reply;

Settling in to a new health care routine is often a challenge. Any veteran who asks for a refill of any narcotic medicine today is suspected of being an abuser, not a user. The witch hunt perpetrated by the "War On Drugs" is particularly high profile at your VHA. All veterans should have a look at their VHA lab work to see how often they're screened for illicit drugs without being informed. You'll be shocked at what you find there. Your VHA often screens you for drugs without your knowledge or consent.

Your choices for a response are limited. The doctor will probably never feel any heat from how she treated you. No matter what you say, everyone in the system will defer to that caregivers judgement and you'll be viewed as the troublemaker.

If I were you, I'd first place a complaint to a patient advocate. That won't resolve anything but it's a necessary step. Then I'd contact the VA OIG. To refuse your service dog is a clear violation of the rules. VA promotes such therapy as service dogs on one hand and then denies that benefit on the other. The privacy violation that occurred when they gave you another veterans paperwork should also be of interest to OIG. Ultimately, I have to wonder if you weren't a case of mistaken identity from the beginning of all this? Did they identify you as a veteran who is known to them already?

It's reasonable to ask the OIG to investigate why the service dog as well as privacy policies aren't enforced.

No actions are going to be taken unless and until you put it all in writing. I say it every day...a well written letter, delivered by certified mail, is the best weapon you have in your arsenal. Your telephone call to the advocate is likely to be forgotten by the weekend. Your certified mail will demand attention.

I'd first write to the director of the medical center where the event occurred. Then I'd address that same letter to the boss at the VHA, Robert A. Petzel, M.D. You can write to Dr. Petzel in Washington, D.C. at,

Robert A. Petzel, M.D.
Under Secretary for Health in the Department of Veterans Affairs
810 Vermont Avenue, NW
Washington, DC 20420

Read more about how to write an effective letter to VA by clicking here.

Keep us posted. Your brothers and sisters care!

I have done as Jim advised.  I took the first step yesterday afternoon, March 21, 2012, 1330, and I spoke with Lupe the Patient Advocate.  I told her everything that happened to me from the time I walked in the door until the late hour when we discovered I had another Veterans name and social security number.  Twenty-four hours later I still have not heard back from the Patient Advocate.  So far it looks like Jim has hit the nail on the head.  I can hear him laughing and telling me, "Don't I always, Kid?"  Yes, Jim.  You do.  That's why you are my friend and mentor.

I will keep you all posted, my friends.  Until the next time ......

 



Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Guest Post from Evan Thomas - Two New Search Engines

This guest post comes from Veteran Supporter Evan Thomas.  Evan is a student at UC Santa Barbara and interns for an organization called FindTheData.  They recently launched two new websites, but I'll let Evan tell you about them.  Though not a Veteran himself, Evan does have family members who served in the military.  Evan feels it's his "duty to support our troops.  They put their life on the line to protect our country, the least I could do is work on a website that helps people pay their tributes to fallen soldiers."  In his spare time, Evan likes to fish, hike, and play basketball.  If you have comments or questions about either of his websites, feel free to email him directly at evan_thomas@umail.ucsb.edu.  Evan hopes that you support the troops as much as he does.

And now.... on to Evan and FindTheData.

It’s no secret that our troops are our countries bravest heroes.  They deserve to be honored accordingly.  Writing letters to our troops or sending care packages is a great way of saying “thank you for defending my freedom.”  If you knew someone that lost their life in combat, you know the importance of paying your respects at their graveside.  Saying a prayer or leaving a wreath is gesture that shows your appreciation for their service.

In the United States, there are over 6 million Veterans buried in hundreds of different cemeteries.  Finding a Veteran’s burial place can be a daunting challenge.  The Department of Veterans Affairs keeps a massive database of burial sites of veterans and their beneficiaries, such as spouses and children.  This database is jumbled, messy and confusing.  A new website now makes it very easy to find a veteran grave for free: LocateGrave.org.  






Users can use LocateGrave’s interactive platform to search for graves by cemetery, military branch, military rank, date of birth, name and more.  The detailed grave page shows a map of the cemetery and provides the cemetery’s contact information.  If you are logged in to Facebook, you can also leave a prayer or note to remember the Veteran.  


A similar online tool also powered by FindTheData.org is the Medal of Honor Recipients database.  Like the Veteran grave locator, the Medal of Honor tool allows you to search for recipients based on war, rank and name.



***Note from Wendi*** To further honor your deceased loved ones, go to this VA website to order a Presidential Certificate memorializing their service to Country.

Many thanks to Evan and the folks at FindTheData for all the hard work they put into these two websites.  I can only begin to imagine the hours and hours of dedication it took to build them.  Keep up the good work, Evan!  We really appreciate it.  What will they come up with next?  Stay tuned to this website.  Hopefully they will publish it here first.

Until the next time....


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Friday, December 23, 2011

The Department of Veterans Affairs and their Grotesque Ability to Ruin the Lives of Veterans. An Editorial by Professor Jenny McClendon,

What follows was written by my friend and fellow Veteran, Professor Jenny McClendon.  I'm honored to publish it here.  Please note that Jenny's opinions are her own and do not reflect the opinions of this blog, or any of the websites affiliated with it.  Jennny's credentials are:

Professor Jenny McClendon

Humanities, ethics, and logic professor,
Online and traditional formats,

Historical writer,
Ghost writer,
Old Testament Historian,
Ethicist...

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Dubious Doctors at the Department of Veteran’s Affairs have a Grotesque Ability to Ruin the Lives of Veterans


For Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and especially PTSD due to Military Sexual Trauma (MST) survivors the Trauma Clinics have limited resources. This is a political and budget problem and not the fault of the clinic or the clinic staff. However, the means that are used to determine who is and who is not treated at Trauma clinics and women’s clinics can be dubious and threatening to a PTSD survivor.




Case in Point. This has been the roughest year of my life. I had the H1N1 Virus that resulted in pericarditis the exacerbation of which mimicked the symptoms of two heart attacks. I began a PhD program and became aware that I had added way too much stress to my life. I stopped a person from breaking into my apartment in the wee hours of one morning and among a few other things that that triggered some PTSD responses. Untreated PTSD led to the longest and worst depression of my life.

Those PTSD responses included me seeing my rapist when he was not there. I woke to see images of both men that raped me. Symptoms included vivid dreams and at least two dissociative flash backs along with the constant haunting of unwanted intrusive memories. At the recommendation of a friend, I checked in for help at my local Department of Veteran’s Affairs.

The word on the street was that things had changed and that there were wonderful women’s programs and female doctors to help with the unique and special needs of women. This is true when compared to ten years ago when I was illegally discharged from active duty for reporting harassment, a series of assaults, and rape. A decade ago, the term MST was hardly known.

I checked in for therapy and learned about the options that were available to me. The first thing that I was told was troubling. When I was late for an indoc meeting and the director of the clinic met with me personally and gave me an appointment card but he also revealed part of the problem.

He said, “If you are here to be treated for PTSD we need to make sure that PTSD is what is going on with you and not that you are just smoking too much crack.” The “Crack” statement aside, the clinic wants to make sure that PTSD is the issue because of funding. This is fair enough and I cannot help but agree. The “Crack” statement should not be dismissed.




Not all doctors that are working for the VA ruin lives. My remarks are not intended to cast a wide and wet blanket that also captures the unsung heroes that work among the troublemakers.

The “Gold Standard" for care for PTSD and MST is a form of cognitive behavior therapy (CBT) known as cognitive processing therapy (CPT). CBT and CPT address a common response to trauma, which is cognitive distortion. Like any intelligent person, I wish that the mental health community would come up with less pejorative descriptions of symptoms.




This behavior therapy has survivors tracking their daily frustrations in ABC format. Traditionally the ABC stands for “Antecedent, Behavior, and Consequence". In other words, it is cause, response and consequence to response. This is a decent manualized therapy and I recommend it over no therapy.

Not all of survivors suffer from cognitive distortion (CD). If you do not suffer from CD this therapy is frustrating. I do not suffer from cognitive distortion –the problematic nature of this term is notwithstanding. Introspective people will be frustrated with CBT.

The other Gold Standard therapy is "Prolonged Exposure” or PE. This is a series of sessions in which a client works with a counselor or in a group to face the triggers of social anxiety. I was not selected for this therapy for good reasons.

After but after reading up on PE to a significant degree, I recommend it for survivors that are willing to revisit the nature of the event and address their trauma responses. For those that are not interested in PE, I recommend Peter Levine’s book, Walking the Tiger.

If for any reason you do not fit the desired trauma mold the staff of the trauma clinic should refer you to the mental health clinic where individual therapy is available. Therapy at the mental health clinic will also be short term. Nevertheless, an early transition to mental health might be helpful in many cases.



The Department of Veteran’s Affairs uses the term “Evidence Based” as if all other therapies have little evidence to support their efficacy. From my experience “Evidence Based” has a texture of being a test where the student has the answers drilled into their heads without the ability to use the material meaningfully and longitudinally. Therapy is better than no therapy, so go.

I was frustrated at the Women’s Clinic at my local VA whose location will not be disclosed. I had a good psychiatrist, I met with a postdoctoral fellow until her fellowship ended, and I began group CPT.

CPT was not correct for me and I was frustrated. I asked for individual counseling but was told that it was unavailable. During one meeting, after being shut down by the course facilitator, I had what felt like an impenetrable flashback in during the class. Other students in the class knew that something was up and two of them walked me to the front door after class. The facilitator did not appear to notice. I left that day with intermittent tears.



I called the course facilitator in tears a few times but she had been out for training –again. I was going to ask –again- for an individual counselor. She offered it and I was transferred to the Mental Health Clinic. This discharged me from the Trauma Clinic which was not explained at first.

I was going to lose my connection with a psychiatrist that I felt safe with. Furthermore, I had to attend an orientation to seek mental health counseling. The orientation was a week away and I was in distress. After one week, I was going to have to wait an additional week to see a therapist. This was unless I wanted to utilize emergency services.

Mental health professionals translate what we say with their personal language biases –see Rousseau’s Discourses on Human Inequality, chapter 2. Emergency services might result in me being an inpatient and I have children to care for. I was between a rock and a hard place, perhaps Thermopylae.

The Mental Health Clinic asked me to check in with the doctor that wrote the consult for mental health. I could not think of a person that wanted to hear from me less.

I checked in with the CPT instructor and her obvious frustration was noteworthy. I asked to be returned to the CPT class. Therapy is better than no therapy and I hoped to stay with my now former psychiatrist.

The CPT facilitator gave me every reason under the sun for me keeping the door closed to that course. The most shameful of her reasons was that I was too damaged from childhood sexual abuse and that I was not good for a group of women that needed this therapy. She had to “defer to the needs of the group.”

This was an atrocious dismissal. After agitation from the Mental Health Clinic the CPT instructor made it clear that she was reluctantly inviting me back but that she had significant trouble with it. In my medical record she put “Intellectualization as a primary defense” and “Challenges the group facilitator” several times.

I left hurt and I ruminated on that anger. A friend that has advocated for veterans for a long time advocated for me and I was granted a meeting with this doctor to discuss treatment options. No other doctor was present which might indicate that my VA has no clue how to mediate a problem.

Here is how they ruin your life.

The doctor used the meeting to listen to a few things and then lop cruel diagnoses at me. She also sat with me in the office of my now former psychiatrist. It did not occur to me at first but this may have been posturing to establish that the two of them had professional intimacy. Any hope of being treated by the psychiatrist is lost and now undesirable.

According to the dubious doctor, I did not have PTSD or if I did, it was only a small portion of my condition –despite the fact that every diagnosis that she lopped at me overlaps with PTSD symptoms. She told me that I was borderline psychotic.



She would never have made psychotic stick because of my level of functioning. She offered to consider individual therapy from an intern but suggested that I would abuse that intern. She offered me a watered down Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT) group but told me that it would be a long wait. In other words, “Get out of my clinic and we will throw you a bone.”

The poisonous power of a diagnostician’s pen can destroy your life. A mental health provider can use the symptoms of PTSD, which overlap with many other conditions to justify any claim of psychosis, borderline personality disorder “Psychotic light,” or Bipolar along with a host of damaging conditions that fall into or are similar to “Cluster B.”

Have I used the term, “Reprehensibly irresponsible” yet?

Any of these diagnoses gets the PTSD doctor off of the hook for treating you and renders your complaints unfounded. The message is clear, if you are seen at the VA do not complain about your mental health provider or they will diagnose you.

I will follow this article with more articles on handing the VA back their excrement.

This diagnostic abuse can cost you a security clearance –as it might limit mine. This is unless I successfully challenge the diagnosis –and I will. Challenging the diagnosis might have to include an official grievance being filed against my VA.




In order to protect my security clearance, I might have to seek congressional help. I might have to directly challenge the way that this doctor does and or has done her job.

Treatment should not come down to a threat to my employability. Staying employable takes time out of the day for a working veteran and it makes me wonder whether a percentage of the large number of veterans that are out of work is due to VA doctors rendering trauma survivors unemployable.

In other words, to remain employable, I may have to pull out all of the stops. Dubious doctors –among unsung heroes- at the Department of Veteran’s Affairs should not have the power to undermine the career goals of veterans.

My goal for pulling out all of the stops will be to have doctors reviewed every time they use the symptoms of PTSD to diagnose a client with a superfluous and career limiting condition. If we do not protect our livelihood against the tyranny of the diagnostician’s pen, shame on us. 


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