Honestly, you don't have to be military. PTSD can get anyone. My military ambitions ended with me face down in handcuffs in the front yard hoping I wasn't about to be charged with murder. That was 2 days before I was supposed to sign up. It was considered justified and no charges happened. I've seen some really messed up things and it didn't bother me in the least. It was to the point where I worried that something was really wrong with me. I had co-workers that had to deal with the same things and they start wondering as well. Oddly I was dealing with what we thought was a 5 or 6 year old girl that had be rolled up in plastic. The plastic was 4 feet long and had long blonde hair sticking out. I opened it up just enough to find out it was a large dog. I would think about that one some times. What got me is almost losing my youngest Daughter. For about 3 weeks of that is was stone cold. I don't know why. My Wife who is a very unique person had trouble. The other 3 children had trouble. She came out of it and we found out we will out live her. About two weeks later is when I started having trouble. I get up every morning at 4:30 and check my Daughter for a pulse. My Wife can't be the one.
The best friend I've ever had is a Lieutenant Colonel. He told me I have PTSD. He is aware of most my life. We've been friends for 38 years. I told him admitting that would dishonor people in uniform. He basically told me I was full of s$#t....the hardest MFers he knew talked to someone once a week or they burned out....and to stop be a b$$%ch about it. Problem is, I'll never talk to anyone. Can't. Won't. So I get s#÷t face drunk with my buddy a couple of times a year and we tell stories. Stories the kids can't listen to, but my Wife always does.