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My boyfriend, J, has never seen me depressed or symptomatic outside of situational stress ever since I first leveled out in our relationship last summer. Even then, I wasn’t depressed, just super dissociative and anxious.
Look, I know other people can’t “fix” me. But this man really taught me some shit, you know? Like how to be inside my body. How to clear my head. How to relax without having an equal, opposite reaction to that relaxation. Like I stopped manufacturing as much stress when I settled within myself. I started living in the now. I started cupping the moment I’m in in my hands and looking at it for real, without the fog of dissociation taking me out of it.
I woke up one day last year and it was gone. Dissociation left the building. I felt like an exposed nail bed. I was raw and the world was visceral and suddenly every day was palpable and breathing and set apart from just some dream I moved through.
But right now I’m crashing pretty hard from all of the intensity of... I’m not even going to recap it all. My life hasn’t stood still ever since I can remember. The last time I thought everything was about to settle down, I accidentally landed in grad school with a full ride, and then a cavalcade of other shit went down thereafter.
Anyway, last night I just burst into tears over something ostensibly silly. He was quite flabbergasted. I can see why. So I tried to communicate. I told him, you know, I did think taking a break might make me crash, but I didn’t expect it to hit me so hard and so late.
So I’m trying to expound on this, and he cuts in and says, “Yeah, but all of that’s in the past. You don’t need to deal with it anymore.”
Whoaaaaaaaaaa...
And it hits me. He doesn’t know. He has no clue. He’s seen me dissociate, seen me flashback (emotionally and full immersion style), seen me compulsively self-harm... when it was situationally appropriate. Never just because I’m in a place where my symptoms are like, Oh, you’re not busy? Good, cause, f*ck YO SHIT, SIMON.
And then he’s like, “Oh, you just need a new distraction. Something productive to keep you busy, like school did.”
Oh, jeez. No. Nooooo.
Okay, so, clearly he doesn’t get it, because it’s never really been a thing—what I’m going through right now.
So I’m looking for advice. Okay, I’ve been here for 8 years. PTSD cup—check. Sciencey cortisol elevation explanation—check. He gets that I process stress weirdly. It’s more the processing backlog he doesn’t get, and he’s confused as to why I’m suddenly spinning from old stress.
Any suggestions? I’d like to do this the right way. Our communication is excellent. We’ve become really pro at talking, and we started in a good place with that anyway. He’s highly solution-focused, and getting stuck in an emotion is, like, against his personal religion. And I’m usually the first one on board with that, when I’m well.
My initial reaction is to explain this as a setback instead of as some kind of new beast, because that’s what it is. I was “like this” long before I met him. Yes, I’ve changed massively in the past year. I let go of a lot. I got in touch with a lot. But maybe if I frame this as, like, old habits die hard (a concept he’s familiar with) instead of “this is me being symptomatic and this is why” (which works for me as a framework and worked with my severely bipolar ex in talking), and I emphasize supporting me in getting back to a lot of the coping tools that helped level me out when we started dating (daily music chill out no talking feel the vibrations in the walls sessions, coloring books, gardening, long walks) it will translate a lot better for him than just trying to explain All of PTSD.
This is a place for me to talk shit out as much as anything. It’s a little scattered. That’s okay. So am I right now.
Look, I know other people can’t “fix” me. But this man really taught me some shit, you know? Like how to be inside my body. How to clear my head. How to relax without having an equal, opposite reaction to that relaxation. Like I stopped manufacturing as much stress when I settled within myself. I started living in the now. I started cupping the moment I’m in in my hands and looking at it for real, without the fog of dissociation taking me out of it.
I woke up one day last year and it was gone. Dissociation left the building. I felt like an exposed nail bed. I was raw and the world was visceral and suddenly every day was palpable and breathing and set apart from just some dream I moved through.
But right now I’m crashing pretty hard from all of the intensity of... I’m not even going to recap it all. My life hasn’t stood still ever since I can remember. The last time I thought everything was about to settle down, I accidentally landed in grad school with a full ride, and then a cavalcade of other shit went down thereafter.
Anyway, last night I just burst into tears over something ostensibly silly. He was quite flabbergasted. I can see why. So I tried to communicate. I told him, you know, I did think taking a break might make me crash, but I didn’t expect it to hit me so hard and so late.
So I’m trying to expound on this, and he cuts in and says, “Yeah, but all of that’s in the past. You don’t need to deal with it anymore.”
Whoaaaaaaaaaa...
And it hits me. He doesn’t know. He has no clue. He’s seen me dissociate, seen me flashback (emotionally and full immersion style), seen me compulsively self-harm... when it was situationally appropriate. Never just because I’m in a place where my symptoms are like, Oh, you’re not busy? Good, cause, f*ck YO SHIT, SIMON.
And then he’s like, “Oh, you just need a new distraction. Something productive to keep you busy, like school did.”
Oh, jeez. No. Nooooo.
Okay, so, clearly he doesn’t get it, because it’s never really been a thing—what I’m going through right now.
So I’m looking for advice. Okay, I’ve been here for 8 years. PTSD cup—check. Sciencey cortisol elevation explanation—check. He gets that I process stress weirdly. It’s more the processing backlog he doesn’t get, and he’s confused as to why I’m suddenly spinning from old stress.
Any suggestions? I’d like to do this the right way. Our communication is excellent. We’ve become really pro at talking, and we started in a good place with that anyway. He’s highly solution-focused, and getting stuck in an emotion is, like, against his personal religion. And I’m usually the first one on board with that, when I’m well.
My initial reaction is to explain this as a setback instead of as some kind of new beast, because that’s what it is. I was “like this” long before I met him. Yes, I’ve changed massively in the past year. I let go of a lot. I got in touch with a lot. But maybe if I frame this as, like, old habits die hard (a concept he’s familiar with) instead of “this is me being symptomatic and this is why” (which works for me as a framework and worked with my severely bipolar ex in talking), and I emphasize supporting me in getting back to a lot of the coping tools that helped level me out when we started dating (daily music chill out no talking feel the vibrations in the walls sessions, coloring books, gardening, long walks) it will translate a lot better for him than just trying to explain All of PTSD.
This is a place for me to talk shit out as much as anything. It’s a little scattered. That’s okay. So am I right now.