On behalf of my entire family, belated thanks for this lovely memorial note on my late father. I didn’t know about most of his accomplishments at Hotchkiss and Princeton, and now suspect he had some lingering PTSD from his WWII service that — together with a generational bias against admitting, let alone treating, psychiatric conditions like PTSD — prevented his processing or even discussing more painful memories, or considering how they may have disrupted happier ones. One thing he never lost, however, was his immense pride in his Princeton education, and his affection for the professors and classmates he encountered there.
On behalf of my entire family, belated thanks for this lovely memorial note on my late father. I didn’t know about most of his accomplishments at Hotchkiss and Princeton, and now suspect he had some lingering PTSD from his WWII service that — together with a generational bias against admitting, let alone treating, psychiatric conditions like PTSD — prevented his processing or even discussing more painful memories, or considering how they may have disrupted happier ones. One thing he never lost, however, was his immense pride in his Princeton education, and his affection for the professors and classmates he encountered there.