Army Bio

I am in the army. Mistake. It all started with a certain push from my father, which was suggestive to help me be successful in life. He was prior military. I was inducted into basic training. Immediately after a week or two I was identified as "that dude". That odd guy. I had people tell me I was going to fail. I wanted to prove them wrong. I had to. One person I almost bashed with a weapon because he was cussing me out. I don't like violence, but I felt cornered. Luckily my endurance held out and I only managed to scare the poor dude. I was the guy that yelled the loudest when the drill sergeant was around. He was my source of motivation. Treated me with dignity and respect unlike the other garbage. I did not have a phone, so I was completely alone. Left to my imagination. It got me through the time lapse.
Everything was changing so fast. I was an obvious freak up. I would forget parts of my uniform. Lose my ID. Forget my phone. This sergeant, a female was insistent on straightening me out. Once I got my routine going, life was a little less rocky. I had a constant fear of screwing up. Living in the barracks sucks.. because your room is always subject to inspection. Man I failed a lot of those. I've even had to take everything out of my room including furniture and put it all back. All the times I forgot my uniform, I had to sprint back to my room and then get smoked. (Physical Training'd) The army was starting to change over to this paperwork era. See I had joined the army because #1 I was a military brat. #2 I am non biased, and the army supports that. (also I felt like the people were good) Once these counseling statements started coming in, my life started to spin. They would haunt me for 4 years. Basically, the threat was that if you got 3 counseling statements within a certain period, you would be recommended for UCMJ. Long story short because I am bad with details. My NCO a female gave me a counseling statement telling me I was crazy basically. I punched a male in the mouth because he was screaming that I wouldn't punch him (basically going psycho). My other male NCO just stood there gaped expression not doing a damn thing. I cussed at him and went to cry in the back room. I ended up protecting the same person I had punched in the mouth later in the field because he got sick from a tattoo removal. (which people just gave stares). Freak that. I was suggested that if I go to another base the people will be different. So I put in for Fort Bragg and signed another contract. Surprise! The company just got better. Okay bye now, go to Fort Bragg. Nope, can't cancel contract.
I arrived here in Fort Bragg, head down so as to not attract any attention. I actually fooled the NT's around me into thinking I am a reliable hard working soldier with no glaring difficulties. I almost skipped out on a deployment because they assigned me to the wrong battalion. Almost. Avoided. That. Hell. Disappointment here. There's no guns and glory tale. (Unless you mean that stupid field training where a CO gets a stamp on a paper. wew.) I went on a deployment. To a crappy place, with absolutely nothing going on. More time to Freak with soldiers am I right? I ended up slammed into this rapidly changing environment. My leaders would give me a location to meet at a dumpster that was "blue". I would show up at the green one by mistake because I didn't hear the blue part. I was hyperfocusing. Escaping this crap in my head. I lost my god damn, 2,000 dollar army issued plates. I had lost them because I am a damn ASPY. I can't avoid that. I actually remember touching them before we went on the plane. Taking them out at some point and maybe putting them back in. Fuzzy details. What a hell I went through for those things. The stress brought out ALL of my defects. Not just one. ALL. I got counselled so fast that they sent me to a mental health place on some Air Force retard Base. Where this mental health dude pulled out his DSM V and decided I can only be ADHD. This literally put me on the chopping block because I said, no that's not it. They put a flag on me, which was that if I screw up again I get some sort of punishment thing. I'm not sure. Details...man. Now getting out and trying to get "Officially" diagnosed for asperger's. My plan is to get out ASAP, and go to college. Probably live with my parents until I can go to a campus. (and live out my glorious life in this forum and studying Psychology !~ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!)

I'm leaving out the non story elements like the times I went to behavioral health and MFLC. That's what got me initially interested in learning about Psychology. I love you dad, but DSM IV got your opinion wrong. You tried to change me so I could live a normal life. I wish you would have compromised and let me be me. For example. I always asked the question "what?!" whenever I did not understand someone. You told me I was being rude and to stop it. I even got a few punishments for it.

Before you ask. Yeah!!!!!!! I did think about suicide. I just can't do it. I have a strong dying friend I met online. I met a person in Fort Campbell who was suffering. I met a person in Fort Bragg that was suffering.