I get that...It's one of my favorite things about PTSD... My outstanding judgement.
I say nothing when I should speak up.
I say too much when I should zip it.
Forehead. Drywall. Repeat.
Mmmbhmmm hmm mmbh (talking through duct tape)
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I get that...It's one of my favorite things about PTSD... My outstanding judgement.
I say nothing when I should speak up.
I say too much when I should zip it.
Forehead. Drywall. Repeat.
Mmmbhmmm hmm mmbh (talking through duct tape)
Does he have combat trauma too & have you watch this video together? Just for a start:My fave is when I get followed around the house while being asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"I don't know why you lie to me, I can tell when something is wrong."
"Nothing"
After a while of this I finally spill it. He gets all defensive (I am convinced that is the only reason he wants to know anyway - so he can get all stupid defensive) and a fight breaks out that goes in circles for hours. Always leading to the same damn thing.
"See I should have never told you what was wrong."
That's the way it goes, every single time.
I've tried the explaining & sharing thing with civvies: family & best friends and it is mostly a bust, maybe 10% met my expectations of support. Some were to self involved to care and to afraid to engage or know what to do. So, there is little hope of trying to enlighten anyone without Combat Trauma Wounds. But, I have gotten my attempt at enlightenment down to a small tidbit for them...which I shared with a new friend I'm mentoring. Actually we were in Iraq together but is only now dealing with things. His spouse is really not working with him because he has carried on so long and kept holding things in.I don't know whats going on today at work, but everybody is kissing my ass, walking on eggshells around me. I don't know why, but i think another worker or somebody, may have told them i have ptsd. Everybody keeps asking me if i'm ok. WTF, i feel now that i look like some freak or look like i'm batshit crazy. I try, as do all of us to find some degree of a normal existence, with the beast, but now i'm paranoid about what my co-workers think of me. Not that I care what anyone thinks, I'm just trying to have a normal f*cking job, with a normal f*cking life as best i can. It's embarrasing when people you dont want to think your psycho, treat you like you could blow a fuse any minute. I honestly dont think i have done anything or acted any particular way to warrent people asking me if i'm ok all the time. Who knows, maybe i have...
lol I have only ever gotten a couple of those. Unfortunately, my phone was lighting up last night also - for tornado alerts :( Them shits scare the bajeezus out of me.WTFO??? :eek:
My phone just lit up like Christmas, buzzing, and blaring... Big old red flashing screen w EMERGENCY ALERT!!! EMERGENCY ALERT!!!
Chaseus. Click. Okay. Not an emergency. At least not my emergency. Amber Alert. f*ck. Breathe. Since when did I opt into that? Well forget about bedtime. I was seriously just about to drift off. Wide awake, now.
He does and I have watched it but not him. Maybe I will try to share it with him but he hates all the documentaries (etc) that I watch. He doesn't like to be faced with reality, I think. f*ck if I know though, I am not him. I have no idea what goes on in my own head most of the time, much less his.Does he have combat trauma too & have you watch this video together? Just for a start:
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What Makes You Angry Today?
f*cking everything...other than that...not much.
Let it out girlThis about sums it up today.
As soon as I woke up the bullshit started. No end in sight. Can't get my schoolwork done because my mind won't chill the hell out. I just want to scream and break shit.
There is going to be a fight when the hubby gets home, guaranteed. So I'm looking forward to that. Don't call me asking what's wrong, just to get all defensive and blow me off. "Why are you crying now?" "Because I'm a big f*cking cry baby!" *click*
I swear to gawd if I get told I am PMSing, well, let's just say it is going to be a very bad day.