amethist
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The last few days have been a bit rocky, with me not knowing which way they are going to go.
Friday started off a good day for hubby, with him looking forward to having our 8 year old granddaughter to stay the weekend. That was until he got into a bit of a scrape in town with 2 youths who pinched the end off his car exhaust. One ran off the other got thumped. not good but hubby was furious. This put him on a downer for the rest of the day.
Saturday started off not too bad, hubby was in a good mood as my granddaughter and I went off to town shopping. Hubby was not in when we got back, but followed us in a while later, again not being too good. he had been out for a walk and called into the pub and had a glass of coke. While he was their he got talking to an ex soldier, who himself did not have PTSD, but has friends who do. Hubby just let go with a lot of stuff, pouring his heart out to someone who listened and understood. This put him down again.
Sunday again started out well and I left him to watch TV while I went out with my granddaughter and youngest daughter.
When we got back, after taking my granddaughter home, hubby was sat in the back garden, again not too good.
He came inside, started talking to us, then went down hill pretty fast, to the point I had to put him to bed.
My daughter was shocked at the change in him in such a short time, and at the way I calmly handled it all. She said she did not know how I did this, as she is not sure she could if she were in the same situation.
She knows he is ill and does her best to understand, but has never seen him this bad before.
To me it is all part and parcel of dealing with the ups and downs of PTSD.
Friday started off a good day for hubby, with him looking forward to having our 8 year old granddaughter to stay the weekend. That was until he got into a bit of a scrape in town with 2 youths who pinched the end off his car exhaust. One ran off the other got thumped. not good but hubby was furious. This put him on a downer for the rest of the day.
Saturday started off not too bad, hubby was in a good mood as my granddaughter and I went off to town shopping. Hubby was not in when we got back, but followed us in a while later, again not being too good. he had been out for a walk and called into the pub and had a glass of coke. While he was their he got talking to an ex soldier, who himself did not have PTSD, but has friends who do. Hubby just let go with a lot of stuff, pouring his heart out to someone who listened and understood. This put him down again.
Sunday again started out well and I left him to watch TV while I went out with my granddaughter and youngest daughter.
When we got back, after taking my granddaughter home, hubby was sat in the back garden, again not too good.
He came inside, started talking to us, then went down hill pretty fast, to the point I had to put him to bed.
My daughter was shocked at the change in him in such a short time, and at the way I calmly handled it all. She said she did not know how I did this, as she is not sure she could if she were in the same situation.
She knows he is ill and does her best to understand, but has never seen him this bad before.
To me it is all part and parcel of dealing with the ups and downs of PTSD.
