She Blamed it on my PTSD - Sex Stories

She Blamed it on my PTSD

... and a master's in the dismal science.

I had the time of my life playing ball there for coach Gonsalves. He and his wife treated all of us like their sons. Cookies (oatmeal raisin for me once she found out I liked them), thanksgiving dinner with their family, Christmas dinner too.

In my sophomore year at Christmas time, I went outside and sat down at a picnic table because I felt amidst all the family and joy around me and I broke down and was crying. Mrs. Gonsalves was beside me and said, "Teddy, honey what's wrong?"

She hugged me because I couldn't talk because something just broke inside me. So I told her from the deaths and the bitch cheating on me and it was too much and I collapsed. Coach called someone and I was transported to a Catholic Hospital called Dignity Health center.

School didn't start until January fifteenth and I was in counseling for three weeks or so. The psychiatrist told me that I had an exaggerated fight or flight syndrome. The other name for it was the berserker complex.

That spring I played the most of all four seasons there, the hotshot junior got hurt and I got hot. I hit fifteen home runs and twenty doubles and my batting average was.290 and slugging percentage was.652 which was a school record for a few months. The team was not special at all.

My last year I hardly played at all, I was in great shape, but I was twenty four and that is way into old man status in college sports. We were playing a winner in into the NCAA ...

... tournament. I was sitting in the bullpen waiting to get somebody warm to go in to relieve and in the second inning our starting catcher got nailed in his balls.

He was wearing a cup, but he was in a bad way. The phone rang in the bullpen and the bullpen coach picked it up and said, "Benedict, grab your stuff, you're in."

I picked my bag up, I had my shin guards on already and ran hard to the dugout. I put on the chest protector and the mask and went out and started throwing with our short stop. I said I was ready and I put on my cap on backwards and my mask and ran out to the mound to talk to our big left hander and got the signals in order for fastball, changeup and a big overhand curve. All of our other catchers wore helmets, but I was old school at that point.

Coach Gonsalves didn't look or say anything to me. Our guy pitched a nine inning complete game and we won two to nothing. Oh, I hit two home runs, too.

After the game, the Long Beach Times reporter asked Coach Gonsalves why he'd gone to Benedict an afterthought all year.

Coach had this to say, "I screwed up, he's far away the heartbeat of the team. If any of our players had a problem with anything, they all go to him. Did you know he was a walk on here? Hit fifteen homers as a sophomore.

Did you know he's a distinguished Veteran? Did you know he was a nuclear weapon's loader? Served on the USS Oriskany. His daddy, grandfather and brothers, like him ran to the sound of gunfire for their country?

College ...