Good grief. This week has been bad for me.
Last weekend my mom asked me if I would like to go to a nice restaurant. We went and it was great.
On the drive home my mom put on some loud music and sang real loud. This is a trigger for me. I asked her to stop and she was lle "I'm just having fun". Needless to say I blew up on her from the car ride home to a good 40 minutes at home. And then I realized that I lost control. I hate the physical effects of ptsd.
She is real distant and spiteful now. Little disappointments and problem quickly flare into arguments.
I feel bad about the whole damn thing and it hurts more each day.
So my question is how the hel do you handle this? I have my own shit and the other shit is way more to deal with.
A big part of me wants to just hide away until the dust settles. It just nags at me. :poke::stupid:
Last weekend my mom asked me if I would like to go to a nice restaurant. We went and it was great.
On the drive home my mom put on some loud music and sang real loud. This is a trigger for me. I asked her to stop and she was lle "I'm just having fun". Needless to say I blew up on her from the car ride home to a good 40 minutes at home. And then I realized that I lost control. I hate the physical effects of ptsd.
She is real distant and spiteful now. Little disappointments and problem quickly flare into arguments.
I feel bad about the whole damn thing and it hurts more each day.
So my question is how the hel do you handle this? I have my own shit and the other shit is way more to deal with.
A big part of me wants to just hide away until the dust settles. It just nags at me. :poke::stupid: