blue_eyes18
Silver Member
Hey all. I had received some great advice from a thread I had created about two weeks ago. It was about how to handle my anxiety from being a supporter. However, it turned out that she broke up with me shortly thereafter. I got some great support, but I really need some more right about now.
A little background. We had been together for a year and a half. She is a survivor of childhood sexual assault. We have definitely had our ups and downs. At first, she didn't tell me about any of her depression and ptsd. She tried to hide it. But I could definitely tell something was up. She was unstable in many ways. She finally confided in me that she had been diagnosed with ptsd a few months prior to when we met. This was something new to me. I didn't know anything about it and neither did she, really. This almost gave me some sort of piece of mind, though, because it gave me some sort of understanding about her behavior.
Moving along, we adapted to each other. She was learning about her symptoms and triggers and I was learning them, too. And I was learning how to best support her and be there for her. I learned when to back off and give her space, and when to be there and hug her.
Our time together always felt like a fantasy. When we were together, the world just went away. We were so happy in each others presence. We just complimented each other in that way. But it was always short lived because when I would take her home, it was back to reality. I'd drop her off, and then back to depression and moodiness and sadness all the time. And I would cling on, longing for that next time we could have our fantasy time together again. That seems to be what I held on for. I kept hoping that if I stood by her side and held on long enough, that I could have her all to myself one day. That our fantasy would become a reality all the time.
A couple of weeks ago, she had made a comment about needing to figure out how to balance a relationship with me and working on herself. That she wasn't balancing it effectively. That was confusing to me because I only saw her maybe once - twice tops - a week. So she had the other five days to herself completely. I always backed off and gave her her space. Far from monopolizing her time. Anyway, she didn't say anything further about that until this past Sunday night. I called her after work and we got to talking. She told me she felt as though she just can't work on herself while being with me. That no matter how hard she tries, she just winds up not being able to. She said that she needs to be alone completely so that she can work on herself and really learn to be whole again. She said she tried really hard to find a balance so we could be together, but that it was just taking a toll on her emotionally, as she was neglecting herself in the process. She said she needed to break up and find herself again. That she had lost all her sense of purpose and joy in the world. She said she had no idea who she was and what made her happy anymore. And that as long as she was with me, she would never be on her own to discover it.
I told her I didn't fully understand, as I'd always tried to back off and give her her time. And how anything that made her happy, I supported. And I told her I didn't see this coming. She said she didn't either. That she hasn't planned on it, but it just kinda happened over the course of the conversation we were having.
We got off the phone and I felt like someone had clobbered me over the head with a baseball bat. Just completely blind sided. Everything I thought we had been working towards, and everything I thought we would become had just been ripped away before my very eyes. In went to sleep that night and woke up with a panic the next day. I gave myself the day to think and realized that if this is truly what she needs, then I understood. Unwanted to call her and at least have this chance to talk to her and get thoughts out this one last time. I called and she didn't answer. I texted her and asked her to please contact me. She still didn't respond. Nothing for the next two days. So I wrote her an email telling her all my thoughts and wishing her well. She still didn't respond or at least let me know she had received it. Its like I literally don't exist :/
I'm having a hard time with this whole thing. Don't exactly know where to go from here. I'm so lost. Any support is welcome. I feel like I'm breaking down :( thanks to anyone who read this.
A little background. We had been together for a year and a half. She is a survivor of childhood sexual assault. We have definitely had our ups and downs. At first, she didn't tell me about any of her depression and ptsd. She tried to hide it. But I could definitely tell something was up. She was unstable in many ways. She finally confided in me that she had been diagnosed with ptsd a few months prior to when we met. This was something new to me. I didn't know anything about it and neither did she, really. This almost gave me some sort of piece of mind, though, because it gave me some sort of understanding about her behavior.
Moving along, we adapted to each other. She was learning about her symptoms and triggers and I was learning them, too. And I was learning how to best support her and be there for her. I learned when to back off and give her space, and when to be there and hug her.
Our time together always felt like a fantasy. When we were together, the world just went away. We were so happy in each others presence. We just complimented each other in that way. But it was always short lived because when I would take her home, it was back to reality. I'd drop her off, and then back to depression and moodiness and sadness all the time. And I would cling on, longing for that next time we could have our fantasy time together again. That seems to be what I held on for. I kept hoping that if I stood by her side and held on long enough, that I could have her all to myself one day. That our fantasy would become a reality all the time.
A couple of weeks ago, she had made a comment about needing to figure out how to balance a relationship with me and working on herself. That she wasn't balancing it effectively. That was confusing to me because I only saw her maybe once - twice tops - a week. So she had the other five days to herself completely. I always backed off and gave her her space. Far from monopolizing her time. Anyway, she didn't say anything further about that until this past Sunday night. I called her after work and we got to talking. She told me she felt as though she just can't work on herself while being with me. That no matter how hard she tries, she just winds up not being able to. She said that she needs to be alone completely so that she can work on herself and really learn to be whole again. She said she tried really hard to find a balance so we could be together, but that it was just taking a toll on her emotionally, as she was neglecting herself in the process. She said she needed to break up and find herself again. That she had lost all her sense of purpose and joy in the world. She said she had no idea who she was and what made her happy anymore. And that as long as she was with me, she would never be on her own to discover it.
I told her I didn't fully understand, as I'd always tried to back off and give her her time. And how anything that made her happy, I supported. And I told her I didn't see this coming. She said she didn't either. That she hasn't planned on it, but it just kinda happened over the course of the conversation we were having.
We got off the phone and I felt like someone had clobbered me over the head with a baseball bat. Just completely blind sided. Everything I thought we had been working towards, and everything I thought we would become had just been ripped away before my very eyes. In went to sleep that night and woke up with a panic the next day. I gave myself the day to think and realized that if this is truly what she needs, then I understood. Unwanted to call her and at least have this chance to talk to her and get thoughts out this one last time. I called and she didn't answer. I texted her and asked her to please contact me. She still didn't respond. Nothing for the next two days. So I wrote her an email telling her all my thoughts and wishing her well. She still didn't respond or at least let me know she had received it. Its like I literally don't exist :/
I'm having a hard time with this whole thing. Don't exactly know where to go from here. I'm so lost. Any support is welcome. I feel like I'm breaking down :( thanks to anyone who read this.