So, our Father’s Day outing was me conquering my fear of guns and learning how to shoot. It turns out, I’m not too bad at it. It was terrifying and I couldn’t get my hands to stop shaking but it was also slightly liberating.
Guns are a piece of why I have PTSD. I felt like this was a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
It was also a way for me to connect with my grandfather, who was shot and killed before I was born. My dad was very close to his dad and shooting is something they did together…this was a way for me to participate.
