About a fortnight ago I got a nasty shock, we were all sat on the sofa watching TV one evening and six fireworks went off. They weren’t massive but they utterly terrified Doris. We didn’t know she was afraid of fireworks as we only adopted her in January, after Bonfire night and New Years midnight fireworks. It was very worrying for us seeing her, she was shaking and crying so much she started to struggle breathing, followed by a fluctuating heartbeat. Every little movement or noise got her all worked up again. It was heartbreaking to watch her struggling, there really wasn’t much we could do except stroke her and tell her she was safe. Her panic attack lasted around 2 hours, as an owner with PTSD who has panic attacks I understood her fear.
Depression! View image | gettyimages.com It’s a word all over the media lately. People with depression are not all dangerous, most of the time most of us are harmless to everyone but ourselves. I luckily am not a pilot. I’m not going to lie, I don’t think I should be in charge of hundreds of lives – ever. But I would happily get on a plane, even if I knew that some of the flight crew had or have depression. Just having depression does not make you want to harm others. If a person gets treatment it can really help, I don’t mean just tablets and more tablets, I mean therapists and real help. Before I got “help” I would consider myself possibly a danger to others – if I was suicidal in the wrong place at the wrong time I wouldn’t have cared that others were in my way. I […]