think the disorder can bring about changes in personality,
but it can enhance feelings of anger, depression, or guilt and the
patient may act upon those feelings. Alternately this person or
persons could be evil. I’ve seen enough of it on my world to know
that it exists.”
“How can you tell if someone has this PTSD?
Bron and I both experienced the numbness you describe. However,
when we unblocked our psy, we had a huge outpouring of grief, which
you partially witnessed.”
“The symptoms of the disorder are those that
I described. What is interesting is that not everyone exposed to a
traumatic event gets PTSD. In other cases, for instance the death
of a loved one, one member of the family can acquire PTSD as a
result of the death while the rest of the family remains
unaffected. There may be a genetic component. Earthen Science had
not yet advanced far enough to be able to totally explain the
phenomenon. They have medication to ease the symptoms and talk
therapy to give the patient support and the understanding to enable
them to live with and eventually get over the trauma.”
“The suicides, the WarriorPairs unable to
function properly within their bond, and the hair trigger tempers
we have seen multiply planet wide could have all been caused by
this disorder,” Zaron mused.
“And Earth has a means to treat this?” Bron
moved to sit next to the still kneeling Zaron.
“We have treatments, but we do not have a
cure.”
The study door popped open.
“You have a cure, Mommie. You can fix their
auras, after the bonding.”
“Naffie, I thought you were in your room
playing with Duchess.” Syn gave him the sternest look she could
muster.
“I heard the mental shouting and decided to
listen.”
“If you were sent to your room while the
adults were talking, you weren’t meant to listen!”
“But I did, and I helped.”
“Nafer, you spied and acted like a sneak. I’m
very displeased with you. There will be no cookies today.”
“Poppie, Zadda, tell Mommie I didn’t do
anything wrong.”
Zaron walked across the room and took Nafer
by the hands. He sent an image of a spy into his son’s head.
“But Zadda, I didn’t hurt anyone.”
“Offspring, knowledge in the wrong hands can
hurt many. I have to erase what you heard from your mind. Anyone
could pick you up off the street and use primitive mind opening
techniques if they even had a clue that you possibly knew something
that would be helpful to them…Bron.”
Bron stepped behind Nafer and held his head
while Zaron put his forehead to Nafer’s own. A few mots later the
three stirred.
“Zadda, where is Duchess? I came down to get
her because I wanted to play.”
“Here she is. Why don’t you take her to your
room? Please refrain from eavesdropping. Poppie, Mommie, and I have
business to discuss that doesn’t belong in the ears of
offspring.”
“Gees, I never get to hear anything
interesting.”
“That’s right, Naffie, and you won’t until
you get to be much older,” his Zadda answered.
“If you are good this afternoon and evening,
Mommie will make cookies for you.” Zaron shot Syn a pleading
look.
“You bet I will,” Syn answered. “Good
offspring always receive cookies.”
* * * *
“Will his memory be permanently impaired? Did
I cause this by my presence in the household?” Syn began to pace
across the room in agitation.
“Calm yourself, Pa Syn. Zaron and I have
known for quite some time that Nafer was out of control. We did not
discipline him as good sires should. We made allowances for his and
our grief. Now we must rein him in and give thought to what he
overhears. I have to double, mayhap even triple the shields on this
room and make sure to put them up each and every time we speak of
sensitive issues.”
“Bron is right, Pa Chette, it is no fault of
yours, the fault lies squarely on our shoulders. I put a block on
Nafer’s memory. Since the block covers such a short period of time,
he won’t even realize he is
but it can enhance feelings of anger, depression, or guilt and the
patient may act upon those feelings. Alternately this person or
persons could be evil. I’ve seen enough of it on my world to know
that it exists.”
“How can you tell if someone has this PTSD?
Bron and I both experienced the numbness you describe. However,
when we unblocked our psy, we had a huge outpouring of grief, which
you partially witnessed.”
“The symptoms of the disorder are those that
I described. What is interesting is that not everyone exposed to a
traumatic event gets PTSD. In other cases, for instance the death
of a loved one, one member of the family can acquire PTSD as a
result of the death while the rest of the family remains
unaffected. There may be a genetic component. Earthen Science had
not yet advanced far enough to be able to totally explain the
phenomenon. They have medication to ease the symptoms and talk
therapy to give the patient support and the understanding to enable
them to live with and eventually get over the trauma.”
“The suicides, the WarriorPairs unable to
function properly within their bond, and the hair trigger tempers
we have seen multiply planet wide could have all been caused by
this disorder,” Zaron mused.
“And Earth has a means to treat this?” Bron
moved to sit next to the still kneeling Zaron.
“We have treatments, but we do not have a
cure.”
The study door popped open.
“You have a cure, Mommie. You can fix their
auras, after the bonding.”
“Naffie, I thought you were in your room
playing with Duchess.” Syn gave him the sternest look she could
muster.
“I heard the mental shouting and decided to
listen.”
“If you were sent to your room while the
adults were talking, you weren’t meant to listen!”
“But I did, and I helped.”
“Nafer, you spied and acted like a sneak. I’m
very displeased with you. There will be no cookies today.”
“Poppie, Zadda, tell Mommie I didn’t do
anything wrong.”
Zaron walked across the room and took Nafer
by the hands. He sent an image of a spy into his son’s head.
“But Zadda, I didn’t hurt anyone.”
“Offspring, knowledge in the wrong hands can
hurt many. I have to erase what you heard from your mind. Anyone
could pick you up off the street and use primitive mind opening
techniques if they even had a clue that you possibly knew something
that would be helpful to them…Bron.”
Bron stepped behind Nafer and held his head
while Zaron put his forehead to Nafer’s own. A few mots later the
three stirred.
“Zadda, where is Duchess? I came down to get
her because I wanted to play.”
“Here she is. Why don’t you take her to your
room? Please refrain from eavesdropping. Poppie, Mommie, and I have
business to discuss that doesn’t belong in the ears of
offspring.”
“Gees, I never get to hear anything
interesting.”
“That’s right, Naffie, and you won’t until
you get to be much older,” his Zadda answered.
“If you are good this afternoon and evening,
Mommie will make cookies for you.” Zaron shot Syn a pleading
look.
“You bet I will,” Syn answered. “Good
offspring always receive cookies.”
* * * *
“Will his memory be permanently impaired? Did
I cause this by my presence in the household?” Syn began to pace
across the room in agitation.
“Calm yourself, Pa Syn. Zaron and I have
known for quite some time that Nafer was out of control. We did not
discipline him as good sires should. We made allowances for his and
our grief. Now we must rein him in and give thought to what he
overhears. I have to double, mayhap even triple the shields on this
room and make sure to put them up each and every time we speak of
sensitive issues.”
“Bron is right, Pa Chette, it is no fault of
yours, the fault lies squarely on our shoulders. I put a block on
Nafer’s memory. Since the block covers such a short period of time,
he won’t even realize he is
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