For the longest time I was hiding the PTSD from my spouse.
When we met I was in college and a completely different person. He often reminisces on how carefree and happy I used to be, "I wish you were happy, I wish you would smile more" is something I hear quite frequently. Over time I have transformed from a very light hearted, positive, happy individual to just simply angry. Very, very, angry. I project this on to him for reasons that are even unknown to me and often times it seems like just being around him can provoke me for the simplest reasons. I'm angry about my past, I'm angry about the things I have seen at work that haunt my dreams and numb my emotions, I take it out on him and I don't know why. Even when I'm in the middle of attacking him for something that has nothing to do with why I'm upset part of my brain wheezes "why are you doing this to him? Its not his fault. Just stop, say you're sorry." I'm also very, very tired of being sorry for the way I am, and I'm sure he's tired of me having things to be sorry about too.
It got to a point where my "condition" (for lack of better terms) was getting so bad that I would simply shut down and not talk to him at all. I finally had to break and explain to him what I was experiencing, I hated feeling that vulnerable, it really bothered me. Next to him, my brother and father who are both war veterans that also experience PTSD are the only people who know. My friends see me as a strong, independent, confident, woman who has fought for everything she has in life and come out on top. Really, the SMC they know is the SMC I used to be. I don't feel that way on the inside anymore. I feel pretty hollow most of the time, I describe it as just existing as opposed to actually living and feeling. It takes a lot for me to feel excited about anything at all.
I did my best to explain to him what PTSD is, how its effecting me psychologically, how it happened. His response was "just think more positive, choose to be happy, etc." which only serves to irritate me because if I could just choose to get over this I certainly would do so. I encouraged him to do his own research about PTSD so that he could understand it better but he still maintains his stance of "it will go away soon," when the truth is I could possibly never be 100% whole again, but rather find better ways to cope to be the best "normal" I can be while living with it. During Christmas vacation my dad and brother had a "man chat" night with him over some beers and the topic came up, surprisingly things have gotten a little better since then. Whatever they said must have helped him to understand a little more, fingers crossed it keeps going in that direction.
For a very long time I resented him for not being more understanding about what I'm going thorough, but my father said something to me that really opened my eyes: "You can't expect him to understand SMC, he doesn't see what you see, he doesn't do what you do. He goes to work and deals with a different type of stress. His life isn't at risk every day, he's never witnessed violence, he doesn't have to watch out for his buddy's back on the job. No one can understand what thats like except for the people who have been there and done it." (My spouse is a Real Estate Agent. I'm a Deputy Sheriff, just for clarity.)
I often tell him that I would understand if he couldn't do this anymore and that I wouldn't hold it against him. I feel like I'm making him suffer through this with me and thats not fair, it makes me feel incredibly guilty. I don't want to be alone but I'm not sure I should be with anyone until I figure out how cope better. Does anyone else have this issue of projecting on the one person thats there for you? It makes no sense to me...I don't know why I do it...
When we met I was in college and a completely different person. He often reminisces on how carefree and happy I used to be, "I wish you were happy, I wish you would smile more" is something I hear quite frequently. Over time I have transformed from a very light hearted, positive, happy individual to just simply angry. Very, very, angry. I project this on to him for reasons that are even unknown to me and often times it seems like just being around him can provoke me for the simplest reasons. I'm angry about my past, I'm angry about the things I have seen at work that haunt my dreams and numb my emotions, I take it out on him and I don't know why. Even when I'm in the middle of attacking him for something that has nothing to do with why I'm upset part of my brain wheezes "why are you doing this to him? Its not his fault. Just stop, say you're sorry." I'm also very, very tired of being sorry for the way I am, and I'm sure he's tired of me having things to be sorry about too.
It got to a point where my "condition" (for lack of better terms) was getting so bad that I would simply shut down and not talk to him at all. I finally had to break and explain to him what I was experiencing, I hated feeling that vulnerable, it really bothered me. Next to him, my brother and father who are both war veterans that also experience PTSD are the only people who know. My friends see me as a strong, independent, confident, woman who has fought for everything she has in life and come out on top. Really, the SMC they know is the SMC I used to be. I don't feel that way on the inside anymore. I feel pretty hollow most of the time, I describe it as just existing as opposed to actually living and feeling. It takes a lot for me to feel excited about anything at all.
I did my best to explain to him what PTSD is, how its effecting me psychologically, how it happened. His response was "just think more positive, choose to be happy, etc." which only serves to irritate me because if I could just choose to get over this I certainly would do so. I encouraged him to do his own research about PTSD so that he could understand it better but he still maintains his stance of "it will go away soon," when the truth is I could possibly never be 100% whole again, but rather find better ways to cope to be the best "normal" I can be while living with it. During Christmas vacation my dad and brother had a "man chat" night with him over some beers and the topic came up, surprisingly things have gotten a little better since then. Whatever they said must have helped him to understand a little more, fingers crossed it keeps going in that direction.
For a very long time I resented him for not being more understanding about what I'm going thorough, but my father said something to me that really opened my eyes: "You can't expect him to understand SMC, he doesn't see what you see, he doesn't do what you do. He goes to work and deals with a different type of stress. His life isn't at risk every day, he's never witnessed violence, he doesn't have to watch out for his buddy's back on the job. No one can understand what thats like except for the people who have been there and done it." (My spouse is a Real Estate Agent. I'm a Deputy Sheriff, just for clarity.)
I often tell him that I would understand if he couldn't do this anymore and that I wouldn't hold it against him. I feel like I'm making him suffer through this with me and thats not fair, it makes me feel incredibly guilty. I don't want to be alone but I'm not sure I should be with anyone until I figure out how cope better. Does anyone else have this issue of projecting on the one person thats there for you? It makes no sense to me...I don't know why I do it...