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Nicolette
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At the end of this month, I've been a supporter for 9 years! Wow, where has the time gone?! The PTSD lows I've had to deal with seem to not be as bad as I first used to deal with and I know I handle them better as does my husband. The meltdowns seem to be less frequent but none the less, they are always a tough time.
Last night Anthony hit a point which I've seen coming for weeks. An overseas holiday, non-stop visitors, an increased social life, me and my work stress, a new puppy, handing over the reins to this forum (good stress) and so on... the writing was on the wall and it was just like watching a ticking time bomb.
We're actually supposed to go to a wedding today and I'm wondering how he'll pull up as he basically drank himself stupid. It's 3am in the morning and I can't sleep and I can still smell the alcohol on his breath as if he'd just drunk it. He did text me earlier in the day and tell me he was trying to drink himself to sleep.
As a lot of supporters often write, I experienced the verbal lashing and I was climbing the walls wishing the swear words would stop. I find swearing other than in extreme frustration annoying and when ever second word is one it get a bit much. The puppies were a blessing and I know they prevented the normal 'flight' response which would have been him taking off on a plane interstate and me being even more stressed. My only comment is I'm glad they can't understand what he was saying as I'm sure they'd be somewhat scarred :tdown:. While he laid on the floor in a drunken slumber, the puppies climbed over him and he petted them. It was just what was coming out of his mouth :cautious:
He was in an out of what I would say was a 'psychotic break' (to a lesser degree) as hours after I came home when he got up to eat he had no recollection of things which had occurred earlier in the evening. He said he'd been sleeping but he was more in a strange state which was between someone sleep talking and in a drunken state. At one point he was hitting himself.
Why am I writing this? Well for the first time, I was forewarned by him before I came home that he was basically having a 'meltdown' and he texted he had drunk all my vodka. I asked if he needed me to come home early and he said he was okay and the puppies were too (there's a lot to be said about the health benefits from dogs for PTSD Sufferers IMHO) and that he would be home. To me the fact that he said he'd be home was re-assuring to some extent, as while I understand these lows, I suffer from abandonment issues and his coping mechanisms to date always targeted my weakest spot causing me the greatest pain. This time I just knew I had to deal with him being overloaded and not all my buttons being pushed at the same time. I coped so much better and just rode the situation out as best as I could without provoking him.
The sad part was listening (in the moment, for the first time) to him saying he wanted to 'kill himself' but saying he didn't want to die yet the voices in his head were wanting him to die. I'm still processing this.
My thoughts to share are it can get better as a supporter (for the greatest part) and the lows can be less deep. This illness will NEVER go away, I'm convinced of that, and I hate how they suffer but I think it also takes something away from you. It's like a wave washing over the same rock, with it ever so slowly eroding it away and by doing so, changing the rock ever so slightly. I know I will never be the same person pre dealing with PTSD. It's not all bad and for one thing, it's made me tougher as I was always compassionate and strong.
I hope this makes sense... just trying to unravel the thoughts in my head.
Last night Anthony hit a point which I've seen coming for weeks. An overseas holiday, non-stop visitors, an increased social life, me and my work stress, a new puppy, handing over the reins to this forum (good stress) and so on... the writing was on the wall and it was just like watching a ticking time bomb.
We're actually supposed to go to a wedding today and I'm wondering how he'll pull up as he basically drank himself stupid. It's 3am in the morning and I can't sleep and I can still smell the alcohol on his breath as if he'd just drunk it. He did text me earlier in the day and tell me he was trying to drink himself to sleep.
As a lot of supporters often write, I experienced the verbal lashing and I was climbing the walls wishing the swear words would stop. I find swearing other than in extreme frustration annoying and when ever second word is one it get a bit much. The puppies were a blessing and I know they prevented the normal 'flight' response which would have been him taking off on a plane interstate and me being even more stressed. My only comment is I'm glad they can't understand what he was saying as I'm sure they'd be somewhat scarred :tdown:. While he laid on the floor in a drunken slumber, the puppies climbed over him and he petted them. It was just what was coming out of his mouth :cautious:
He was in an out of what I would say was a 'psychotic break' (to a lesser degree) as hours after I came home when he got up to eat he had no recollection of things which had occurred earlier in the evening. He said he'd been sleeping but he was more in a strange state which was between someone sleep talking and in a drunken state. At one point he was hitting himself.
Why am I writing this? Well for the first time, I was forewarned by him before I came home that he was basically having a 'meltdown' and he texted he had drunk all my vodka. I asked if he needed me to come home early and he said he was okay and the puppies were too (there's a lot to be said about the health benefits from dogs for PTSD Sufferers IMHO) and that he would be home. To me the fact that he said he'd be home was re-assuring to some extent, as while I understand these lows, I suffer from abandonment issues and his coping mechanisms to date always targeted my weakest spot causing me the greatest pain. This time I just knew I had to deal with him being overloaded and not all my buttons being pushed at the same time. I coped so much better and just rode the situation out as best as I could without provoking him.
The sad part was listening (in the moment, for the first time) to him saying he wanted to 'kill himself' but saying he didn't want to die yet the voices in his head were wanting him to die. I'm still processing this.
My thoughts to share are it can get better as a supporter (for the greatest part) and the lows can be less deep. This illness will NEVER go away, I'm convinced of that, and I hate how they suffer but I think it also takes something away from you. It's like a wave washing over the same rock, with it ever so slowly eroding it away and by doing so, changing the rock ever so slightly. I know I will never be the same person pre dealing with PTSD. It's not all bad and for one thing, it's made me tougher as I was always compassionate and strong.
I hope this makes sense... just trying to unravel the thoughts in my head.
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