I also can't do the containers.
When I was first diagnosed -active duty- I was allowed to keep my job because "she compartmentalizes like a motherf*cker".
For me... PTSD is when those compartments break down. When I start leaking from one compartment to the next, mixing up the boxes I reach from / rules I operate out of / reactions that kick into place. Until it's like trying to cook in a kitchen with every dish/ pan/ item of food flung onto the floor by an earthquake, or a rollover RV. No order. Chaos of conflicting... everything. If I COULD put shit in containers? I wouldn't be f*cking symptomatic in the first place.
That's how I ended up diagnosed to begin with. Every time I came back in from the field I was a little bit wilder. Until it got so bad that I was getting promoted every time I went out, and NJP'd loss of rank & pay every time I was stateside & back on base. :banghead: Snort. I still have scars under my collarbones from getting pinned umpteenmillion times. In the field I was normal, hell I was good / damn good, but at home? I couldn't shift gears. Not unless my entire unit was hard-shifting. Work hard / play hard ... or shut down / blow up. I needed to be doing. Always doing. Better, harder, faster, more. Served me well when I was actually working. Too much downtime? f*ck me. No. Bad juju. My "safe space" is that moment, just before shit kicks off. Gearing up, or in someone's arms, either way...
prepare to! ...safety's off ...heeeey baby ...Direction. Purpose. Need. It's a fluid thing, because safety? Ain't real. It's just a feeling. For me? That feeling only exists in the space right before acting, direction clear. It's the slow exhale before firing. It's running final check, kitted up. It's being in someone's arms, fire in my eyes, knowing exactly what I'm about to do to them. It's a very simple thing. But it requires action. Action kills fear.
My entire goal when I first started therapy 5-ish years ago was to get my compartments BACK. Come to find? At best that's a temporary solution. It does work... until it doesn't. Never really know when it's all going to go to hell. Once it does, though? Cha. I f*cking WISH I could just on demand lock shit down. Then I wouldn't have this problem. At least, I very much doubt I would.