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PTSD Baby Mother
Hi all,
I've only discovered this place yesterday, and I've read plenty of the topics by now. I wish I had found it sooner. I'm not entirely sure what my intent with this post is, so take it at face value, I suppose? Suggestions, tips, anything is appreciated. I know you get stories like this all the time, and I'm sure this is essentially the same story, and I'm just seeing it differently because I'm emotionally involved. Anyway, here goes.
The mother of my children and I are fairly young, 20 and 19 each, and we both have disorders related to our childhoods in some way, shape or form. She has pretty severe C-PTSD. We first got together only a few (3+) years back. At first, I'm realizing just now, she loved me because I was a good supporter for her. After we got pregnant with our first child, though, she started acting different, and I started thinking of her less like someone who is suffering, and more like someone who wanted to make me suffer. This essentially lasted almost two years, until yesterday. This has led to us being on and off, with her breaking up with me twice, citing many reasons, all of which I worked on, not realizing they're the symptom, and not the core issue. She's always had issues with angry outbursts, and a lot of her reasons for being mildly upset with me haven't made sense, either. I've always tried to rationalize them, and drove myself nuts doing it. This all led to me getting better for her, doing the things she wanted me to do better, but not truly treating her the way I should, so she would eventually break down again, and cite the same reasons, despite saying I had gotten better perhaps even hours before. I always "relapsed," so to speak. I would get worse once she told me that I was no better, usually, because I was already doing my best and it felt like it was never enough, so we were trapped in this vicious cycle. We've loved each other through it all, though, despite me not realizing I wasn't caring for her properly. This all absolutely peaked recently, though.
A couple weeks ago, we agreed to go to therapy together, so we could be truly happy, and eventually start a whole relationship up again. We've lived with each other this whole time, and it was the first time I got her to agree that we would need outside help, if we still loved each other and wanted to be together, and be happy. We also decided that we were comfortable with being intimate with one another during this time, because we truly wanted to commit to being together. These were her words. Fast forward to three days ago, and I ask her if she wants to go upstairs for a little while with me, and she says no. Which was fine, she has every right to refuse my advances. I asked her then, though, if she had decided that we weren't going to be intimate at all, since she had refused me several times at this point. She says that, yes, she had made that decision. This annoyed me. She thought that it annoyed me because she didn't want to have sex with me. It really annoyed me because that is specifically something we've had issues with in the past -- she'll make decisions for the both of us and simply not tell me, then act as if I should already know. In this instance, she had decided, and when she said no, she didn't want to be intimate, she meant that she didn't want to at all, but it seemed like she meant only that time. So she flipped. Her history includes sexual, physical, and emotional abuse from her "parents," who only received them because her mother was killed when she was young and her father abandoned her. She was screaming at me, thinking I was trying to control her body, and would not listen to me. Now, at this point I still had not made the connection between the way she acts and her PTSD. I was convinced we were doing really well. After giving me an earful, she told me to leave the house, and that she refuses to go to therapy with me now. This destroyed me. All I wanted was for us to be good together, and be able to love one another, and not hurt each other. So, now I broke down. I'm sobbing, begging her to clarify if she really meant that, and if she would ever want me back at the house, and all she would say was that she was sure she didn't want to go to therapy anymore. At some point, her screaming must have triggered some deep-rooted issues within me, because I completely lost all feeling, everything felt like static, and it felt like my body moved on its own. I kicked a small table, and it flew across the room at speed. Now, we were sitting right next to each other, so, to her, I just got angry and tried to kick a table at her. To me, I had no idea why I had reacted that way. This, of course, hit another trigger for her. From this point on, she now clarified that she never wanted to go to therapy with me, she doesn't want to live with me anymore, and she doesn't ever want a relationship from me again.
This is essentially how it's persisted, since then. I've pleaded with her, tried all sorts of desperate stuff, up until I was writing in my journal and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked up the symptoms of PTSD and C-PTSD, and, sure enough, she was exhibiting the symptoms, to a T. Just now, probably half an hour ago, I gave her the first proper apology she had gotten from me in the whole time we've been together, not for lack of trying. During all this time, I've apologized for symptoms, and not for the problem: that I was neglectful of her needs, as someone with trauma in their past, that I missed the connection, and acted as if we were a couple without any of that hanging over our heads this whole time, meaning I reacted poorly in most situations in her eyes. I apologized profusely, and genuinely, because I do feel horribly. I told her some of the things I would have done differently if I had realized, which might have been a poor decision. I am genuinely bad at hard conversations, because a lot of the time my feelings get the better of me, I go off track, or I say things that could have multiple interpretations, on accident. Of course, towards the end of this, I went somewhat off track, telling her that I believed we still should go to therapy together, and I want a relationship from her, eventually, if she finds that she is willing. Her opinion, of course, didn't change, it being only 3 days after the incident, not that that was my goal in the first place. However, I got emotional when she told me that, and had to excuse myself before I got too off track. Afterwards, I made sure to clarify that I had gotten off track, and my intention was not to change her mind, and she said that she believed me.
I really want to spend my life with this woman, and, in one way or another, I will. We have kids, so we'll always at least be co-parents, and have some contact. I really love her so much, and I want to be better for her, and not make my same mistakes. She said that I'd have to prove that I really meant what I had said in my apology, shortly before saying she still feels absolutely nothing for me, and never wants a relationship. She also doesn't want to go to therapy, because she does not know if she can ever trust me the way she has again, and therapy feels like she'd be forcing it. Obviously, I can respect that, but it really hurts. I really just don't know what to do, I really do want us to have a healthy, romantic relationship again. I know nothing is guaranteed, though, and the only things I want more than that are her, and my children's happiness, so I'll do whatever she needs to make her happy. I just really don't know where to go from here. I've told her expressly that the ball is in her court, so to speak, and she gets to decide what happens next, and at what pace, if any. I've explained that I'm always on her side, and want what's best for her. I already said it, but I really just don't know what to do.
Feel free to ask for any information I may have missed. I may have rambled in this post, and missed something. I'm very emotional about this, so I wouldn't be surprised.
Thanks!
I've only discovered this place yesterday, and I've read plenty of the topics by now. I wish I had found it sooner. I'm not entirely sure what my intent with this post is, so take it at face value, I suppose? Suggestions, tips, anything is appreciated. I know you get stories like this all the time, and I'm sure this is essentially the same story, and I'm just seeing it differently because I'm emotionally involved. Anyway, here goes.
The mother of my children and I are fairly young, 20 and 19 each, and we both have disorders related to our childhoods in some way, shape or form. She has pretty severe C-PTSD. We first got together only a few (3+) years back. At first, I'm realizing just now, she loved me because I was a good supporter for her. After we got pregnant with our first child, though, she started acting different, and I started thinking of her less like someone who is suffering, and more like someone who wanted to make me suffer. This essentially lasted almost two years, until yesterday. This has led to us being on and off, with her breaking up with me twice, citing many reasons, all of which I worked on, not realizing they're the symptom, and not the core issue. She's always had issues with angry outbursts, and a lot of her reasons for being mildly upset with me haven't made sense, either. I've always tried to rationalize them, and drove myself nuts doing it. This all led to me getting better for her, doing the things she wanted me to do better, but not truly treating her the way I should, so she would eventually break down again, and cite the same reasons, despite saying I had gotten better perhaps even hours before. I always "relapsed," so to speak. I would get worse once she told me that I was no better, usually, because I was already doing my best and it felt like it was never enough, so we were trapped in this vicious cycle. We've loved each other through it all, though, despite me not realizing I wasn't caring for her properly. This all absolutely peaked recently, though.
A couple weeks ago, we agreed to go to therapy together, so we could be truly happy, and eventually start a whole relationship up again. We've lived with each other this whole time, and it was the first time I got her to agree that we would need outside help, if we still loved each other and wanted to be together, and be happy. We also decided that we were comfortable with being intimate with one another during this time, because we truly wanted to commit to being together. These were her words. Fast forward to three days ago, and I ask her if she wants to go upstairs for a little while with me, and she says no. Which was fine, she has every right to refuse my advances. I asked her then, though, if she had decided that we weren't going to be intimate at all, since she had refused me several times at this point. She says that, yes, she had made that decision. This annoyed me. She thought that it annoyed me because she didn't want to have sex with me. It really annoyed me because that is specifically something we've had issues with in the past -- she'll make decisions for the both of us and simply not tell me, then act as if I should already know. In this instance, she had decided, and when she said no, she didn't want to be intimate, she meant that she didn't want to at all, but it seemed like she meant only that time. So she flipped. Her history includes sexual, physical, and emotional abuse from her "parents," who only received them because her mother was killed when she was young and her father abandoned her. She was screaming at me, thinking I was trying to control her body, and would not listen to me. Now, at this point I still had not made the connection between the way she acts and her PTSD. I was convinced we were doing really well. After giving me an earful, she told me to leave the house, and that she refuses to go to therapy with me now. This destroyed me. All I wanted was for us to be good together, and be able to love one another, and not hurt each other. So, now I broke down. I'm sobbing, begging her to clarify if she really meant that, and if she would ever want me back at the house, and all she would say was that she was sure she didn't want to go to therapy anymore. At some point, her screaming must have triggered some deep-rooted issues within me, because I completely lost all feeling, everything felt like static, and it felt like my body moved on its own. I kicked a small table, and it flew across the room at speed. Now, we were sitting right next to each other, so, to her, I just got angry and tried to kick a table at her. To me, I had no idea why I had reacted that way. This, of course, hit another trigger for her. From this point on, she now clarified that she never wanted to go to therapy with me, she doesn't want to live with me anymore, and she doesn't ever want a relationship from me again.
This is essentially how it's persisted, since then. I've pleaded with her, tried all sorts of desperate stuff, up until I was writing in my journal and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked up the symptoms of PTSD and C-PTSD, and, sure enough, she was exhibiting the symptoms, to a T. Just now, probably half an hour ago, I gave her the first proper apology she had gotten from me in the whole time we've been together, not for lack of trying. During all this time, I've apologized for symptoms, and not for the problem: that I was neglectful of her needs, as someone with trauma in their past, that I missed the connection, and acted as if we were a couple without any of that hanging over our heads this whole time, meaning I reacted poorly in most situations in her eyes. I apologized profusely, and genuinely, because I do feel horribly. I told her some of the things I would have done differently if I had realized, which might have been a poor decision. I am genuinely bad at hard conversations, because a lot of the time my feelings get the better of me, I go off track, or I say things that could have multiple interpretations, on accident. Of course, towards the end of this, I went somewhat off track, telling her that I believed we still should go to therapy together, and I want a relationship from her, eventually, if she finds that she is willing. Her opinion, of course, didn't change, it being only 3 days after the incident, not that that was my goal in the first place. However, I got emotional when she told me that, and had to excuse myself before I got too off track. Afterwards, I made sure to clarify that I had gotten off track, and my intention was not to change her mind, and she said that she believed me.
I really want to spend my life with this woman, and, in one way or another, I will. We have kids, so we'll always at least be co-parents, and have some contact. I really love her so much, and I want to be better for her, and not make my same mistakes. She said that I'd have to prove that I really meant what I had said in my apology, shortly before saying she still feels absolutely nothing for me, and never wants a relationship. She also doesn't want to go to therapy, because she does not know if she can ever trust me the way she has again, and therapy feels like she'd be forcing it. Obviously, I can respect that, but it really hurts. I really just don't know what to do, I really do want us to have a healthy, romantic relationship again. I know nothing is guaranteed, though, and the only things I want more than that are her, and my children's happiness, so I'll do whatever she needs to make her happy. I just really don't know where to go from here. I've told her expressly that the ball is in her court, so to speak, and she gets to decide what happens next, and at what pace, if any. I've explained that I'm always on her side, and want what's best for her. I already said it, but I really just don't know what to do.
Feel free to ask for any information I may have missed. I may have rambled in this post, and missed something. I'm very emotional about this, so I wouldn't be surprised.
Thanks!
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