It’s likely that the email from a national social justice organization that bore the salutation “Desperately Seeking Susan,” was only somewhat personalized, sent to every Susan on their list.
The requests the organization made of this particular Susan – to phone and visit my Congressman – aren’t appropriate. Under duress, my neurons misfire from my epilepsy; I’m likely to say that I’m for something that I oppose, and oppose something that I’m for … or say I’m both for and against something at the same time.
What happens when neurons misfire is something that I addressed before, and likely will again and again, because there is an epidemic of Vets with Traumatic Brain Injuries that now have PTSD and/or epilepsy from their injuries, either of which can make the Vets misspeak themselves, especially when they need clarity of speech the most … when PTSD has caused them to act out, or when their epilepsy has caused them to have a type of seizure that law enforcement is unfamiliar with, like walking in circles.
I knew some soldiers that came home from Vietnam in body bags. Courtesy of my PTSD, I sometimes hear taps and 21 gun salutes from their decades-ago funerals as if they’re happening right this moment.
The “trigger” for the occasional flashbacks obviously isn’t the 22-per-day Vet suicides … I’d be hearing the mournful horns and still-jolting gunshots continually if it were. The trigger is instead some jackass elected official – or wannabee elected official – referring to Veterans’ benefits as “entitlements,” or receiving word that another Vet was killed by a cop for exhibiting aberrant behavior, which could have merely been displaying symptoms of PTSD or epilepsy.
Odds are that the “Desperately Seeking Susan” salutation reached other Susan’s who know they can’t call or visit their legislators without risk of self-sabotage … millions of Americans have epilepsy, and increasingly, many of them are Traumatic Brain Injured Vets, some of whom are no doubt named Susan.