Hey guys,
Warning this is long:
I was originally going to post this in the Veterans section because it's a really hard topic for me to talk about, but I decided to address it publicly because maybe it'll help someone else who has PTSD.
To start with, I have PTSD. I am under professional care and have been for a very long time. The times it's rears it's ugly head now are few and far between. Saturday night I had taken a sleep pill that keeps you asleep for 8 hours and I had a string of nightmares that I couldn't wake up from. Sunday, my whole day was off, and I basically spent the day sleeping until I could get the chance to talk to my boyfriend.
I sent him a text message because he kept texting me while I was sleeping: "Hey, I love you too, but I'd appreciate it if you left me alone until you actually have the time to talk to me. I'm having a really hard day with my PTSD today." For me, this is my way of saying, Hey, can you make some time to talk to me because I'm pretty much going out of my mind and need to be brought back to work. Frequently in the height of my anxiety, I can't properly articulate what I actually need because I feel like I don't deserve it.
Hours passed. The football game ended, I woke up and started playing xbox and noticed that he signed in (meaning he was at home) and was watching Netflix. I shot him a text: "When are you going to have time to talk to me?" Long story short, we ended up in a huge argument. He said some really horrible things to me, like yelling at me for this happening when he "couldn't hang out with his friends again. AGAIN." I just started sobbing. When his friends need him because they are having a bad day, he's there, but not for his girlfriend? He wasn't backing down and getting meaner and meaner to the point it was making my PTSD worse and worse so I told him I was going to bed and to hang out with his friends.
Long story short, he said some really inappropriate things to me and acted in a way I never would have expected. Maybe it was the perfect storm, I don't know. I loaded myself up on my anxiety medication so I could sleep but couldn't fall asleep until about 1am, when I noticed that he had texted me an apology. In my anxiety medication haze I naturally said it was ok ... but this morning when I woke up, it's not ok.
Today I feel abandoned, extremely hurt and betrayed. I can let it go but my walls are a mile high and I don't know what to do from here. I don't want to fight anymore, I just want him to be there for me when I have a bad day.
I need some guidance. I tried stopping the fight so many times last night but I couldn't, he kept hacking away at me. Maybe he needed to get it out, I don't know, but it wasn't the right time.
Has anyone ever dealt with PTSD in a relationship? I'm worried if this happens again it's going to rip ours to shreds and that I can't forget the words he said to me this time. I love him and I want this to work out and I know he does too, but I'm starting to rethink if he has the ability to be there how I need him to be, then again, I don't know if that's my disease being pushed too far and me isolating myself. Help me.
Warning this is long:
I was originally going to post this in the Veterans section because it's a really hard topic for me to talk about, but I decided to address it publicly because maybe it'll help someone else who has PTSD.
To start with, I have PTSD. I am under professional care and have been for a very long time. The times it's rears it's ugly head now are few and far between. Saturday night I had taken a sleep pill that keeps you asleep for 8 hours and I had a string of nightmares that I couldn't wake up from. Sunday, my whole day was off, and I basically spent the day sleeping until I could get the chance to talk to my boyfriend.
I sent him a text message because he kept texting me while I was sleeping: "Hey, I love you too, but I'd appreciate it if you left me alone until you actually have the time to talk to me. I'm having a really hard day with my PTSD today." For me, this is my way of saying, Hey, can you make some time to talk to me because I'm pretty much going out of my mind and need to be brought back to work. Frequently in the height of my anxiety, I can't properly articulate what I actually need because I feel like I don't deserve it.
Hours passed. The football game ended, I woke up and started playing xbox and noticed that he signed in (meaning he was at home) and was watching Netflix. I shot him a text: "When are you going to have time to talk to me?" Long story short, we ended up in a huge argument. He said some really horrible things to me, like yelling at me for this happening when he "couldn't hang out with his friends again. AGAIN." I just started sobbing. When his friends need him because they are having a bad day, he's there, but not for his girlfriend? He wasn't backing down and getting meaner and meaner to the point it was making my PTSD worse and worse so I told him I was going to bed and to hang out with his friends.
Long story short, he said some really inappropriate things to me and acted in a way I never would have expected. Maybe it was the perfect storm, I don't know. I loaded myself up on my anxiety medication so I could sleep but couldn't fall asleep until about 1am, when I noticed that he had texted me an apology. In my anxiety medication haze I naturally said it was ok ... but this morning when I woke up, it's not ok.
Today I feel abandoned, extremely hurt and betrayed. I can let it go but my walls are a mile high and I don't know what to do from here. I don't want to fight anymore, I just want him to be there for me when I have a bad day.
I need some guidance. I tried stopping the fight so many times last night but I couldn't, he kept hacking away at me. Maybe he needed to get it out, I don't know, but it wasn't the right time.
Has anyone ever dealt with PTSD in a relationship? I'm worried if this happens again it's going to rip ours to shreds and that I can't forget the words he said to me this time. I love him and I want this to work out and I know he does too, but I'm starting to rethink if he has the ability to be there how I need him to be, then again, I don't know if that's my disease being pushed too far and me isolating myself. Help me.
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