I'm late to the party. Let me sing you a song about denial. (Minus the denial that something happened to him, mine did acknowledge that quite, uhm, conveniently.)
He was in therapy for the first two years were together. Things were "ok" then. By "ok" I mean that he acknowledged he had a problem (with psychotic rages, panic attacks, etc.) and that he was working on it.
Then he quit therapy, refused to go back, and that's when the denial started taking a huge turn for the worse. He was "fine," didn't need any help, didn't want to think about his past anymore etc. The most damaging part was that he stopped acknowledging that his behavior was caused by his trauma. Rather, now, it was caused by me. I didn't notice it at first, the change was subtle, but we ever so slowly moved away from talking about his PTSD to the many ways I was to blame for our problems.
At this stage, whenever I gently tried to speak to him about his behavior, he lashed out and turned it around on me. Whenever I refused to go along with his denial, he ripped me to shreds for it. When I called him out on being unacceptably angry at me (or any thing really) he was 1. in denial that he was even angry (I'm panicked!! How can't you see that!! Uhmm) and 2. incredibly insulted that I called him out in the first place (because how dare I question how he feels, yadda, yadda.) Denial denial denial. (No, actually, it was gaslighting, come to think of it.)
He was also often incredibly vague about "what was going on." So much so that I had no idea what was what, and what could be causing what. Your mind starts filling in the blanks, and if it's never matched with any firm truth, it just floats, growing increasingly disoriented. His anger at my trying to get to the bottom of things was a nice way of shutting me up. To this day, I still don't know what he may or may not have been trying to hide.
This got worse over time.
There was a lot of denial on both sides. Having stayed in that shitshow of a relationship, I have to acknowledge that I completely gave up my own sense of truth and reality. I took whatever he fed me as truth. That was wrong and dangerous to my mental health. I SAW what was happening, but was in denial about the severity, pathology, and abusiveness of it. I let the mental patient run the asylum. I'm still kicking myself for that.
And one of the biggest lessons I've learned is: It was manipulation. He acknowledged his trauma and "state of mind" when it was convenient for him to do so (for pity, as a way to turn the discussion around, and to shut me up.) He denied and minimized it when it suited him (mostly, to shut me up.) The bits he had told me about his past were used as one giant excuse to act and react however he pleased. Not consciously, no. He isn't a psychopath. But I did have to leave PTSD out for a second and see how this dynamic actually served him: I stopped asking questions and he could act and react however he pleased.
I have since moved on from putting THAT kind of stuff on PTSD. This forum is filled with people able and ready to take full responsibility for their mental health and the way they act and react towards those they love. He was not that. I thought he was, because he was that way in the beginning, but he wasn't that. So essentially, he's a guy with a with a questionable relationship to the truth and a complete inability to take responsibility for himself or be accountable for his actions...who just so happens to have PTSD. That was my experience with this kind of "denial."
He was in therapy for the first two years were together. Things were "ok" then. By "ok" I mean that he acknowledged he had a problem (with psychotic rages, panic attacks, etc.) and that he was working on it.
Then he quit therapy, refused to go back, and that's when the denial started taking a huge turn for the worse. He was "fine," didn't need any help, didn't want to think about his past anymore etc. The most damaging part was that he stopped acknowledging that his behavior was caused by his trauma. Rather, now, it was caused by me. I didn't notice it at first, the change was subtle, but we ever so slowly moved away from talking about his PTSD to the many ways I was to blame for our problems.
At this stage, whenever I gently tried to speak to him about his behavior, he lashed out and turned it around on me. Whenever I refused to go along with his denial, he ripped me to shreds for it. When I called him out on being unacceptably angry at me (or any thing really) he was 1. in denial that he was even angry (I'm panicked!! How can't you see that!! Uhmm) and 2. incredibly insulted that I called him out in the first place (because how dare I question how he feels, yadda, yadda.) Denial denial denial. (No, actually, it was gaslighting, come to think of it.)
He was also often incredibly vague about "what was going on." So much so that I had no idea what was what, and what could be causing what. Your mind starts filling in the blanks, and if it's never matched with any firm truth, it just floats, growing increasingly disoriented. His anger at my trying to get to the bottom of things was a nice way of shutting me up. To this day, I still don't know what he may or may not have been trying to hide.
This got worse over time.
There was a lot of denial on both sides. Having stayed in that shitshow of a relationship, I have to acknowledge that I completely gave up my own sense of truth and reality. I took whatever he fed me as truth. That was wrong and dangerous to my mental health. I SAW what was happening, but was in denial about the severity, pathology, and abusiveness of it. I let the mental patient run the asylum. I'm still kicking myself for that.
And one of the biggest lessons I've learned is: It was manipulation. He acknowledged his trauma and "state of mind" when it was convenient for him to do so (for pity, as a way to turn the discussion around, and to shut me up.) He denied and minimized it when it suited him (mostly, to shut me up.) The bits he had told me about his past were used as one giant excuse to act and react however he pleased. Not consciously, no. He isn't a psychopath. But I did have to leave PTSD out for a second and see how this dynamic actually served him: I stopped asking questions and he could act and react however he pleased.
I have since moved on from putting THAT kind of stuff on PTSD. This forum is filled with people able and ready to take full responsibility for their mental health and the way they act and react towards those they love. He was not that. I thought he was, because he was that way in the beginning, but he wasn't that. So essentially, he's a guy with a with a questionable relationship to the truth and a complete inability to take responsibility for himself or be accountable for his actions...who just so happens to have PTSD. That was my experience with this kind of "denial."