He gazed up at me, his eyes wet, his pupils swollen like black olives.
I've been tempted many times to yell at friends and acquaintances for being thoughtless and putting Omri in painful situations.When I arrived back at home, he was jumpy and chain-smoking.His voice shook, words tumbling out between labored breaths.His eyes roamed wildly in their sockets, never focusing on anything in particular. So I sat with him while he smoked, neither of us saying a word.Even hours later, he still couldn't stand still or speak normally. The best form of support I could offer Omri was my silence.One night, some European colleagues offered Omri a ride from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv.
They insisted on driving through Qalandiya, a Palestinian neighborhood where Omri once fought, even though he begged them multiple times to take a different route home.
There are still things he will choose not to tell me, and I am OK with that.
I realize now that I have to trust Omri to fight his own battles.
They've numbed themselves to the extent where they have difficulty experiencing emotion at all, even forming opinions."have shown that female partners of people with PTSD, in particular, report high levels of anxiety and stress by proxy.
My friend Katie*, 25, has dated a few veterans who served in Iraq and Afghanistan.
That's a firm line in the sand," Ajjan warned.