I first knew my dad, Tom Frame, was different when I was young, but I didn’t know exactly how. Every year when he marched in our Memorial Day Parade in Doylestown, Pa., I stood on the side of the road waving my tiny American flag with so much pride.
He was my dad, my veteran.
As a teenager, I began to learn about his time in Vietnam during the late 1960s. I heard about fallen men, fierce battles and something called post-traumatic stress disorder. I still didn’t fully grasp at that time what my father was living with, and it wasn’t until my late 20s that I was ready to dive into a project about my dad’s PTSD.
The U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs estimates that 30 percent of all Vietnam veterans have suffered from PTSD, and the effects can last many years. To read more from Kara Frame, click here.