>>58589336And... yes. I have taken part in one of these interventions.
>Yes, Pinned. Because I had walked to the door to open it. >Never turn your back on the enemy, I had broken my own rule and somewhere deep in my brain as I was roughly shoved to the floor on my knees and felt 'holy water' thrown in my face while a chorus of 'nice ladies' chanted Latin scripture about casting out the unclean in his name.>PTSD is just the devil tempting you, ya know?>My breathing hitched and my eyes dilated. I could physically feel *something* leave my body.>It was NOT the devil, that's for certain.>It was the rational part of my mind.>The Irrational part of my brain decided to let Comrade PTSD take the wheel, Jesus could sit the fuck down in the passenger seat for now.>First, Those bibles, snatched the hell out of hands and thrown out the front door.>The smell of singed hair and flesh will never not make me violently ill after my third deployment.>I came to vomiting my guts out into the kitchen sink.>Thankfully I just burnt the hands holding me down and in a surprisingly gentle move. >Simply tossed them all out onto my porch, at least that's what my ring cam, living room and hallway camera's showed.>It's like watching a horror film, really, it is.>Except you're the main star and you just fucking know you made their case for them.>Lemonade to wash out the bile, and a fast call to my lawyer>Thankfully, My lawyer was also on speed dial. >Spilledmyguts.midi>Restraining orders, And police response back to back.>The screaming and shouting and sirens outside were not helping me one bit. I could hear their thoughts, because I used to think like them. >I knew how this narrative was going to spin.>And that's how I found myself face buried in my hands as a pair of officers sat opposite me, the scent of burnt fox hair and flesh in the air.>And a very, very angry military chaplain. 