No, I did not latch on to another PTSD sufferer for support. At the time, I was incredibly confused and didn't realize I had PTSD.
It's really hard to describe the feeling but let me try this:
Imagine that you're being bitten by a tiny bug too small to be seen by the human eye. It bites you and sometimes this causes searing pain. Sometimes it bites you and you get enraged. You look around and you ask yourself, "Why am I feeling this way? What is causing this pain and this anger?" Then you notice that each time this has happened your partner has been there. And you start to wonder, "Is s/he doing this? Why?" You think, "They're playing some kind of trick on me." So you confront them and they say no, it's not them. But then you get bit again. And you confront them again. And they say no, they haven't done anything. So then you go to a friend and tell them all this and your friend says, "No no, it can't possible be [your partner]. You guys love each other." At this point you start to think that maybe you're crazy. You get bit again and this time it's more painful than before. And now you know, you're crazy.
Of course, this cycle repeats itself over and over again, day after day, for weeks, months, years maybe. Sometimes you're convinced it's your partner. Sometimes you're convinced it's yourself. Sometimes a little voice in your head says, "Remember the time when you were [in a traumatic situation]." But that's even more challenging to face.
Until you realize there is a tiny bug [trauma / PTSD] biting you, you, your partner, your friends-- everyone is going to try to find an explanation for the pain and the anger. None of it will explain it. There will be confusion and misunderstanding. You will lash out at others and at yourself.
The first step is realizing that it's not you. It's not your partner. It's the bug.[DOUBLEPOST=1398821772,1398821473][/DOUBLEPOST]After I accepted I had PTSD, I've found being with other sufferers helpful. When you first see someone else who does the same things you do (lash out, cry for seemingly no reason, blame themselves for things that are not their fault, being scared out of their mind from a seemingly mundane thing), you realize: "I'm not crazy. This is normal." And you also realize by seeing someone else go through it, "The PTSD is not them. They are someone suffering from PTSD. Who they are is someone who is brave, kind, generous. And you know what? That's probably me too."