@ Freida can you please expand on your comment about isolating the ones you love, not the ones you need? This left me a with questions....
I'll try......
So I have three groups of people in my world.
Those in the outside world co workers, general public, people who are acquaintances but not friends, some family members.
These people are the enemy of PTSD I HAVE TO hide what is wrong with me. These people make me hypervigilant because I don't trust them. I can't predict what they are going to do. I have to watch my back at all times because they are a potential threat. If I am not on guard all the time, or if I let them see my weakness, they will get me killed. This is not a ooohhh scary statement. I mean this. THEY WILL GET ME KILLED IF THEY SEE MY WEAKNESS
So day after day I have to hide from these people that I am fighting for my sanity Happy face - happy life. It's exhausting.
Then there are those I love in a "normal" way. Hubby, sisters, a couple of trusted friends.
Love is a funny thing. I know I love these people. I know they will accept me as I am, in all my moody, unpredictable, unreachable me-ness. I know they are there for me if I need them. I know they love me and want me to come to them for support. And alot of times I can. I can share how I'm feeling and whats rattling around in my head and how it effects relationships and we can work out whatever issue is making us unhappy. Just like normal people can.
But - They want to understand when I say "I'm having nightmares" and there is no way they can. It's impossible. Their nightmares are about imaginary cartoon characters chasing them in the dark. Mine are memories of actual things that have already happened and I am reliving them. I can't share those things with a normal human.
Even sharing small details of what caused my ptsd, or what living with ptsd is like, can send them into a dither. And I get that it is because they love me and it is so painful to imagine I survived these events, that I did the things I've done, that I am a different person in that space than who they know here and now. They want to help but it overwhelms them. And then I end up either having to take care of them or feel guilty for causing them pain.
So I isolate
When the monsters are loose in my head, they have NO IDEA how hard it is to try to figure out where I am and what I'm doing. I can barely hold it together without taking off, running away, lashing out or killing myself. All I want is to escape the pain. I have no energy left to try to monitor what is coming out of my mouth so that it doesn't offend or upset the person who loves me. They keep pushing trying to help and I can't make them see it hurts. And even though I know they will forgive me it still leaves me with guilt I can't deal with.
So I isolate.
That's where the people I need come in. These are the people who understand what a shit storm life can sometimes be. These are the people I can share the scary monsters of my life with because they have been there. I don't have to explain or worry that my trauma will somehow derail them for the day. They have the same monsters in their heads and hearts. Even worse - they may have BEEN those monsters.
They can just look at me and know why I'm freaking out. My mentor said to me yesterday while I was pre-meltdown -- "you forgot to do your 60 second sweeps dumb ass! You know that's the trick you need when its bad like this. When are you going to get that through your f**king head?! You want to die? Now knock this shit off and get yourself grounded"
Yes - he does speak to me like that - because he has been where I'm at and he knows how it feels. It's something normies could ever say to me because they have no idea how to function in terror, much less how to lead me through it. With my "needs" I can swear and cry and scream and I don't have to explain. I don't have to worry they are offended or upset or hurt or that I'm being a sarcastic bitch who doesn't give a shit about anyone. Because they don't care. These people have gone to hell and survived. Nothing I say to them will cause damage so there is zero risk, which means no need to isolate
Plus those I need can give me ways to handle it in the moment (as opposed to the T who is trying to get me to see a bigger picture). And yes, often that comes out in horrible humor. I was in flashback hell one day and a "need" showed up with McDonald chicken nuggets and a bottle of wine. It was hysterically funny because it tied into one of
her traumas. She walked in the door with those stupid things and I (knowing it was part of her horrific experience) lost it. We couldn't stop cracking up. The trauma we were laughing about was horrible. It was the kind of thing that would make a "love" puke. (We know this because she trusted a love and he puked on her after hearing the story). For us, however, it was something to get drunk and laugh about, and it pulled me out of my flashbacks.
Another example: I'm on facebook in a group that keeps getting shut down by facebook because the things we think are funny and what we talk about horrifies normal people. There was even a game going around a while back to find the worst possible meme and see if we could get shut down again! It's a coping mechanism - because laughing at the horrible makes it a bit easier to handle.
And yes - there is what you would call love between all us "needs." But its not the kind of love you have for your spouse or kids. It's love based in trauma and love of those who you can show your true self to without judgement or
worry or sorrow. It's the kind of love that you have for the people who can pull you out of the depths of despair and send you back home
And really - that's what its all about. Finding your way back home...