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I went to Walmart about an hour and half ago and about had a meltdown, it surprised the hell out of me. The last time a panic attack threatened to engulf me was a year ago. Which TRIGGERED this meltdown at home on the keyboard; you heard it here first.

WARNING: If you read this article from here on, YOU WILL BE OFFENDED:

A year ago I was FUCKED by the Raymond A. Kent School of Social Work out of a college degree in social work. This appalling excuse for a Social Work Program fucked a disabled veteran out of a degree. I have the conflicting paperwork that flies in the face of the disgrace they propose to place upon me. I was three months short, after 7 years in college, from graduating with a bachelors in Social Work. Three weeks into my graduating semester they pull me out of class to tell me that I was 10 hours short on my internship. I was to make it up by repeating the whole FUCKING year again! Yes, you read that right.

Here is the fucked up part; I was hospitalized during the hours they were talking about for suicidal ideation. I was going to kill myself or go to the VA, they hospitalized me for 11 days. I missed 10 hours from my internship, which I will follow up on and describe in detail. My understanding of the situation was that I would make the hours up the following semester. The clarification came in the form of my being pulled out of class, see above if you can't recall. Three women; one an associate dean and the other two "professors" are a part of the University of Louisville in Louisville, KY. I hope they read this, I do not have a Google Page Rank of 3 for no fucking reason. Yes, please fucking sue me! You fucking CUNTS! (Dislclaimer: I am only talking to three women in the Kent School of Social Work, they know who they are. No other women were meant to be offended, I know this is a sore spot for some and I used it to make a poignant point to my message. Please, if you were offended. Then *** YOU TOO!! J/K, if confused please read the disclaimer in the top right of this blog).

So, I was going to talk about Walmart. Here is the process as I work through the reasons why I should not use what Uncle Sam taught me,

I about had a PTSD moment at Walmart 20 minutes ago, its been a lone time since I had a panic attack. Its a good thing I can recognize them and have the tools to talk myself down from physically removing someone from my personal space.

My thought process; WTF is this guy doing? - Ok, I'm feeling severe anxiety. - OMG, not now. Panic attack, really? - Its been so long since I had... - Ok, you are feeling this. This is not you, you do not have to react. See, he has a small child with him. - He is only being socially rude, maybe he is not aware of it. - It's not worth saying anything just move a little to the right. - Time to go, paid the cashier. - None but me were aware...

Yes, this little mind *** at Walmart triggered my one year anniversary blues of my U of L experience! A year ago the University of Louisville made a mistake and let me fall between the bureaucratic cracks. I kept everyone in the chain of command at Kent School of Social Work up to date on my mental health. They knew I had Combat PTSD and still worked behind the scenes to derail my chance. Just recently they sent me a letter saying that they were dismissing me for unprofessional conduct. That conduct? Missing 2 meetings. The only mistake I make was trusting Social Workers at the University of Louisville. I have been hospitalized for suicidal ideation and Chronic Combat PTSD four times in the last year. Lets here them talk their way out of this.