I was my dad’s caregiver through his fatal illness. I had no idea I’d be at risk for PTSD.

I was my dad’s caregiver through his fatal illness. I had no idea I’d be at risk for PTSD.

I was 32 and living in Los Angeles when I became my father’s caregiver, following his diagnosis of progressive supranuclear palsy, a rare degenerative brain disease that affects walking, swallowing and speech. Many people associate the term “caregiver” with a hired...
PTSD and the Caregiver

PTSD and the Caregiver

by Wendy Gilker I have been caring for my profoundly handicapped daughter, Bree, for almost 34 ½ years now. Some people say it’s not Post Traumatic Stress disorder (PTSD) that I’m experiencing. Others tell me that, because I’m her mother it’s not a job, but my...