Let's talk about the quality of life form. Can your husband do grocery shopping? Yes. Yes, with help. No. Well, is it his PTSD? Is it his backbone? Is it his knees? The forms are ridiculous. You know what? We never know what to answer, because all of a sudden we're going to say the worst thing. What can I say? Am I considered his help if I say that he needs me to grocery shopping?
The ridiculousness is at every level. You are right about the fact that there's no one magical solution, because the problem is everywhere at every single layer of the system, from the psychologist who treats him, from Veterans Affairs Canada. In our case, for years my husband told them that he was using marijuana and he recognized that it was helping him, yet for years psychologists and psychiatrists of Veterans Affairs Canada from Ste. Anne's Hospital told him that he was a guilty man for using marijuana. All this time Veterans Affairs was actually offering it.