We can all hope like hell....... and it's not going to make a bloody
ounce of difference:-(
As long as there are ex-veterans, and there is a VA (or in my case a
DVA),the *******s are going to try and screw us for every friggin
little thing they can.

The bloody organisations are all run by frikkin Public Servants,
99.999% of which have never served a frikken day in uniform!!
You'd think that the money/care they have to authorise is coming out
of their own frigin pockets!!

Buncha friggin *******s.

I've been arrested, incarcerated, humiliated, ostracized, degraded and
basically treated like a piece of shit by the DVA for the past 15
years because I had the audacity to survive an almost fatal accident
(whilst training).

My strategy? I'm going to live to be 105 and I'm going to fight those
*******s every time I talk to them, and every step of the way. I'm
going to make them pay thru' the friggin nose every time I get
something authorised.
I do win...... it just takes time....... it is draining, but by phuck,
their body count is rising while I'm still here fighting away :-)

(Most of my case 'officers' have taken stress leave or early
retirement ;-)

I hound the *******s every chance I get. Because in the long
run....... it's not just about me.. it's about all the other poor
*******s (here in Oz) that will just sit at home and do nothing while
they get screwed by this bunch.

The only adviice I can give all you people dealing with the VA over
there........ treat it like another war, and they are the enemy.....
because it is, and they are.

[Jumping off the soap box..... but still fuming......]


Anne......... have you ever tried to get off them? Maybe get a couple
of friends and go to a cabin somewhere, get them to strap you down and
wait while you go 'cold turkey'? Is it just the PTSD that you need to
take meds for, or is it an actually
chemical imbalace in your brain?
I think you know my feelings on the meds thing.

The assholes that are allowed to work for *any* VA/DVA must all be
frikken related!!

I should mention here that I am on 95%. (Maximum is 110%) 75% here
means that you are entitled to what is called a TPI pension, which
means you get a Gold Card, which comes with 5/8ths of **** all
benefits, but is handy to have.

Do you think I can get one??
No.

Maybe it's me....... maybe it's the fact that I keep ****ing them off.
But sooner or later they are going to have to learn that if they at
least make the effort to make me happy, then we'll all live a lot
easier and happier.

At the moment, they only bring out the mongrel in me!

He's posting that shit to a newsgroup?? As an employee of the VA? I'd
sue the
phuckers arse off.

Or hunt him down.................... Nahhhhhhh, I'd just hunt him
down ;-)

Just say to him.... "Bring it on, prick!"

I had the same sort of shit with this bunch here.

I made a claim to DVA, they rejected it...... I made a Review Claim,
they rejected it. I took them to court (Administrative Appeals
Tribunal).
Next thing I know I've got the Attorney Generals (Government
Solicitors) Office calling me telling me that I didn't have a chance
in hell of winning because "What's the Net worth of your assets?" I
answered, he laughed and said that they could eat that up in 2 years
of sustained court delays and procedures. Because... "We are the AG's
office, and we have unlimited funds.
Do you really want to try and fight this thing?"
My answer??
"**** you, c***. If I see you in court, I'm going to kill you."

He read my file, he didn't show, and I won.

That was back in the early-mid 90's. The 'friendship' between myself
and the various Govt departments I have to deal with has not got any
better.

I have written letters to the Military Ombudsman, and the Minister for
Veterans Affairs/Minister for Defence asking for all DVA/MCRS
personnel to be sacked and have to reapply for their jobs....... and
the preference for those
jobs should go to ex-military personnel. It hasn't happened yet.....
but I'll keep chipping away :-)

A bunch of scum sucking pig farmers...... the lot of them. I haven't
met a DVA or MCRS employee that I haven't wanted to waste, yet!
I give them *every* opportunity to prove me wrong in my opinion of
them.....but I'm never wrong.

Get aggresive with them next time you talk to them (just try not to
get yourself arrested, unlike some ;-)
Ask them are their kids going to starve because your asking for a bit
of help. Ask them if it's going to be deducted out of their pay!!

Bottom line........ all those civvie pricks that work in the VA/DVA
are jealous of the fact that we can get (or are supposed to get) these
benefits, and they can't. So they make life as hard as possible for us
to get them.

My greatest wish is for that movie "Brainstorm" to come true and there
would be a device that you could put on someone elses head to show
them a 'tape' of what goes on in your head.

I'd love to send a whole shitload of those civvie DVA phuckwits around
the twist!! :-)

Take care...... and remember....... Live long, don't take any shit
from them, and be a complete pain in the arse to those *******s!!
Sometimes you'll win and they'll give you what you want to make you
shut up and go
away...... most of the time, you'll have to keep fighting.

Which is what keeps me going........ otherwise I would have had
someone 'top me' a long time ago.
I feel like I have a job to do to change the current system, and I'll
keep fighting to get it changed. Which should keep me going till I'm
105 :-)

I know a woman who *has* to take some meds. She dosn't have PTSD,
although her husband does (British Para: Falklands, Nth Ireland vet).
She needs to take them because she has a chemical imbalance in her
brain. She is lacking in a certain chemical and that causes her to get
into deep depression and become suicidal. She takes her meds and she
feels fine to the point of her
saying, "I'm all better now, so I can stop taking them". She still
doesn't realise that she will have to take then for the rest of her
life because it's a physiological thing, not a psychological thing.

I did take some meds early on in the peice when I didn't know I had
PTSD.
They just treated it as depression and sent me to anger management
classes (yeah right!! *They* were a great help...... NOT!!)

I've been living with this now (apparently) since I was about 10yo.
Over the years, it progressed. When I was diagnosed I told myself I
was going to fight it and lead a 'normal' life with out being stoned
to the gills every day on meds.... which is what the shrinks wanted me
to do.

I've found over the past 12 or so years that I *can* deal with it
without meds. I still have all the symptoms, but I think I have the
innate ability to be able to do something, or see something, or feel
something...... and have
the PTSD 'feelings' for a couple of minutes, but then my brain shuts
it down, and shuts it out.

But that's just me.


I never thought I'd be like that, and I am totally against suicide
unless it's euthenasia...... but it seems I was like that for quite
some time. Except I wasn't classed as suicidal, I was just in the
"he's got a death wish" or "he's freaking *crazy*..... watch this!!"

Crunch time came one day at my Drop Zone. I was walking out to the
plane and I said to my two boys and all my friends that were going to
be on the ground watching, "Watch this one,it'll knock your socks
off :-)"
I got out at 14,000' with 3 other guys and we had a hoot till it came
time for them to deploy. The deployed at 3,500'. I kept going. I
usually dumped at about 2,300'.
I very calmly picked a spot on the ground where I was heading, and
said to myself, "If this doesn't work, that's the spot where I'm going
to die". Then I just waited, and waited. I threw my pilot chute out as
I passed thru 500'.(From 500', you have about 2&1/2 seconds before you
die) It worked, I had time to unstow my brakes and set up for a
landing, and that was it.
I walked back to the clubhouse (about 100' away) to find both my boys
sobbing their hearts out and quite a few of the females there crying
as well. *Everyone* was very angry with me...... and I was to find out
later it was 'relief' anger. They thought that I was going to
'bounce'.

To see the reaction of my boys and my friends to what I thought was a
good trick, made me sit and think, long and hard about what I was
doing to myself and to them.
It was shortly after, that I started to get help.

So yes, I have had that same 'fight' that you are having at the
moment.

As I will too..... but my therapy is slurping on a glass of very nice
red ;-)

Hopefully, one day, we can all stop making these drug companies *very*
rich, and get our shit sorted naturally. At the moment, I maintain
that they are as bad as the cigarette companies. They get you on some
of their meds, and there must be something in them that gets you
addicted, at the same time as
alleviating some of your symptoms and making you feel good.

But that's just me ;-)

--
Peter Lucas
Brisbane
Australia


"And where is the Prince who can afford to so cover his country with
troops for its defense, as that ten thousand men descending from the
clouds, might not in many places do an infinite deal of mischief,
before
a force could be brought together to repel them?"

Benjamin Franklin 1748