First post so hope I don't mess up on etiquette...
So... my father is a war vet with PTSD so I was born into a PTSD household. I left home at 17 to get away from the drinking and fighting. After a number of failed relationships over 20 years or so, about 12 months ago I met the love of my life. Freud would not be surprised to know that he is a war vet with severe PTSD...
We have this lovely sweet little life together. He doesn't drink at all and he is aware of his triggers and the need to self soothe. He does not like to take medication, but instead eats well and exercises as much as possible. A lot of the time things are just so good.
What I really struggle with are the episodes of self-loathing and withdrawal. I'm terrified that he will commit suicide. I'm terrified that he will just walk out and leave me. My fears have gotten worse since we bought a house together as I will be financially as well as emotionally wrecked if he does.
I'm trying really hard to take each day as it comes, to cherish the good times and accept that he can't help it when he pulls away. I know he loves me but I guess every time it happens I go through the terror that this time it will be all too much for him and he won't come back.
My head knows that I just have to be patient and wait it out but my heart aches when he won't kiss me goodbye or say he loves me. He is aware of it after the fact and is apologetic, but at the time if I try to call him on it he pretends he has no idea what I'm talking about.
Just needed to get it off my chest... thanks for listening.
So... my father is a war vet with PTSD so I was born into a PTSD household. I left home at 17 to get away from the drinking and fighting. After a number of failed relationships over 20 years or so, about 12 months ago I met the love of my life. Freud would not be surprised to know that he is a war vet with severe PTSD...
We have this lovely sweet little life together. He doesn't drink at all and he is aware of his triggers and the need to self soothe. He does not like to take medication, but instead eats well and exercises as much as possible. A lot of the time things are just so good.
What I really struggle with are the episodes of self-loathing and withdrawal. I'm terrified that he will commit suicide. I'm terrified that he will just walk out and leave me. My fears have gotten worse since we bought a house together as I will be financially as well as emotionally wrecked if he does.
I'm trying really hard to take each day as it comes, to cherish the good times and accept that he can't help it when he pulls away. I know he loves me but I guess every time it happens I go through the terror that this time it will be all too much for him and he won't come back.
My head knows that I just have to be patient and wait it out but my heart aches when he won't kiss me goodbye or say he loves me. He is aware of it after the fact and is apologetic, but at the time if I try to call him on it he pretends he has no idea what I'm talking about.
Just needed to get it off my chest... thanks for listening.