This is hard...
This is hard for me to read. The more I read about caregivers and ex military sufferers of PTSD, the more common I realize my problems with my own husband were...but my circumstances took a serious turn for the worse.
Just think about what a soldier is for a minute. They are trained human beings to go into battle and control cold pieces of metal and hurt the enemy. It's not really their fault they have to fight...but all of the training changes a person, and then their friend dying and all for the battle. I sort of think of it as a form of abuse to the man himself. Most are really young and aren't quite sure what they have gotten into but they get addicted to the adrenaline rush. Some get in and just can't adjust to civilian life and so they never leave. It is a really complex issue. How do you train people to kill people they have never met for causes so far from them and then ask them to go home and be normal? I know not everyone is going to agree with me on this but it is my opinion and it comes from my experience, too.
I think my husband was trained in interrogation methods because whenever I opposed him or stood up for myself he would just wear me down with insults and redundant questioning until I would just wear out or give in. There was one day where he wouldn't come down after a fight for two whole days. We just woke up and screamed at each other. I would try to avoid him but it was like he just followed me around until we clashed. There was no way to console him. Even if I just took it all in silence and tried to just keep busy in another way he was just never relaxed or seemed comfortable. I started listening to his music, I stopped doing artwork, I didn't go out with any of my friends, I was afraid to talk to just people in stores or on the street because he was suspicious of everyone, especially males. When it got really bad he would accuse me of sleeping with all of the males we had met on the street and he would make racial and ethnic slurs, accusing me of sleeping with anything, etc, etc.
He said a lot of that stuff about being simple and needing to learn these new things over again. But he often said he was just too used to being told what to do. I got mixed signals. Was I supposed to tell him what to do to take the place of his superiors? Well, I didn't think so...so I tried to just make suggestions or explain what I liked and why. Then he would tell me I was smarter than him...well, I didn't really consider that, so I told him we just had different learning experiences. There was no way for me to console him and help him with the guilt he felt. He just wore me down until I left...and while he did not give me my initial PTSD...his behavior most certainly complicated it. Eventually I caught him lying about money and legal issues and when I would confront him with the truth he always had some kind of alibi...even though I had facts to confront him with...it was just insane. He physically abused me if I stood up to him too strongly and he would accuse me of pretending to be sick from my previous traumas to make his sickness seem less important than mine.
Let me know if any of this sounds familiar...
I really hope that it does not. My husband would not get help, so I really had to leave. And when I realized I had PTSD...after I left I began to see it more clearly...I knew I couldn't go back to him...no matter what...and the longer I was away...the more confused I realized I had been in the relationship and I didn't want to go back. I realized just how severe some military PTSD can get but I rationalized...if I had to get help why couldn't he?
Again, this is just my story...but maybe you found something in it to show you one way or the other where your story is on the scale of "possible or not possible" :think:
I have since decided to stay away from simple men or men that don't share similar interest as mine...or at the very least overlapping interests. I just can't do it after all of that. I don't want to have to work that hard to be friends with someone who claims to love me. And I've sworn off his type of music because I realized I forgot who I was by listening to it too long and giving in to "his needs".
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