[I apologize about any foul language. This is crossposted]
Ok. So as some of you may remember, I joined the army. I left for training 6 July 2009. I've been at Ft. Knox for 32 weeks so far. Well.. I'm finally leaving in 2-3 months. But sadly, it's not on good terms. I might have mentioned before that I sustained a back injury. Well, it's worse than I thought, and I'm not healing properly. The army has decided that I'm not worth it. They're discharging me with a med-40. That means I do get benefits because they broke me. I'd rather not go home, but I have no choice. I intend on still serving as soon as I can. But I still have to recover and get back into shape. This really isn't the worst part though. What happened while here is what's really bothering me. It's got me on antidepressants, anxiety medicine, and sleep aids. It's ****ing with me hardcore. I can't sleep, concentrate, eat, etc. This is more of a rant to get it off my chest, but I do need help. Where better than my friends of AIJ?
(This is an excerpt of a letter to my girlfriend)
Nearly all of the 221 days I've been here, I've been beaten, abused; physically and mentally, made fun of, robbed, tortured, punished for others, and anything else you can think of... I haven't been entirely trithful with you, and this includes my injury. I told you that I had a muscle strain because I tried to charge a .50-cal. That's not true. I was pushed down a flight of strairs with a 60lb ruck sack on my back. I grabbed the rail right before I hit the bottom, with my head, and my ruck sack twisted my back. My bone spurs and arthritis were likely caused by all the beatings I've endured during BCT. While in PTRP, it's likely that I would've recovered faster and properly had it not have been for the beatings endured there. I don't know why they did it, instead of leaving me alone... During BCT, it was most from two people from Hawaii because I'm a haole. Everyone else did it because they think I'm gay or something other ****ing stupid reason. In additional to that, I was ganged up on in the shower. They left me naked, crying on the shower floor. Not only did they beat me, but they put Biofreeze (stronger than IcyHot/Bengay) on my... privates... (front and back)... They blamed me for every ****ing thing that went wrong.I got nearly 30 counseling statements and had to write over 20,000 works of essays. I also got the dogshit smoked out of me on a daily basis. Another contributing factor to my injury... Oh, the same **** happened in FTU, but it was because I was too fat... In PTRP, the same **** happened, except this is where I was robbed and tortured... My locks got cut, pieces taken off the locker, smashed doors, and anything else to get in it. Over $500 worth of clothing and equipment was stolen. I've had to repay all of that, in addition to counseling statements. None of my personal items or pictures were touched, because "that's going too far." Being tortured on the other hand, everything was game. My locker has been tipped, flipped, moved and stolen. I had to remake my bunk at least 10 times a week, usually after having to search for it, wash the foot powder, shaving cream, hand sanitizer out of it, etc. One day I just left my linen in my locker and slept in my sleeping bag... Well, they gagged me, tied me inside of it, and dragged me up and down the stairs, through the shower, then dangled me out of the third floor window. I just wished they had dropped me and ended it all... anything would've been better than all this ****. They even put Biofreeze in my eyes, as well as what was done in BCT. Oh, and they've pissed in my canteen and even on me. Believe me... I've been through too much ****. Thone only thing that has kept me from... ending it... is the thought of you... your love, support, everything. I cry myself to sleep most nights missing you. YCA was one thing.. But this is plain hell.
[...] The real me is so stressed out over everything that's happening that I'm getting stress-enduced canker sores and ulcers in my stomach and can't sleep for fear of being beaten. The real me is only able to deal with this by getting ****ed up on my pain medication. I'm light-headed, dizzy and out of it 24/7. It's the only way I can take my mind off everything. The real me doesn't want to get 'stoned' to deal with his problems.
Well, life I said last night... I'm on some medications... The first one I mentioned was in the first letter, Tramadol. It's a painkiller, and it's pretty strong (mainly because I've never had narcotics in my life). As I mentioned, it makes me dizzy, light-headed and... 'stoned' if you want to call it that. It's pretty much the only thing that keeps me sane. But, it also gives me really bad stomachaches. Add the stress to that, and it makes me throw up a lot. In addition to throwing up, stress causes some other effects... Nosebleeds, anxiety, nervousness, loss of appetite, shortness of breath, mood swings, crying... It's all ****ing retarded. To counteract that, I'm one some anxiety medicine. I'm also have a lot of trouble sleeping because I have too much **** on my mind. So I'm on a sleep aid... Now for the antidepressant. It's because of everything that happened here, the whole med-40 thing (what I'm going to do now and after I get out until I can rejoin), my parents are turning around and straight ****ing me. Before they said they support me, now it's the opposite. The problems with relationships in general; the fact I've had absolutely no friends (despite what I've written) here, and the whole thing with us... And last but not least, I think white kitty might not be making it too much longer. She's had feline leukemia since birth, and it's starting to win.... and I'm not sure if she's going to make it until I get back. It's just everything stacked up on eachother and me bottling it up, not being able to do anything. It's ****ing me up hardcore... I'm not sure how much more or longer I can handle this... It's really starting to take it's toll...