My therapist always "pushes" being able to talk to my husband more about everything so we can support each other better. Funny how they are so good at getting in little suggestions every time. I do a great job of hiding and keeping everything "under control" inside myself. Know I need to work on this but it is so scary. My watchwords are "don't say."
Today, I told my husband about my nightmares last night. I was prompted by having a painful wrist, I think because I clench up when I sleep. This is the second go 'round with this this summer - it can become completely disabling (and then magically disappear). I started by telling him that my wrist hurt again and then was able to talk about the nightmares I had last night and even described them. He wasn't happy about hearing this kind of stuff - he'd much rather that I were well, he's concerned - but we had a laugh about some of the weirder parts at the end (piles of raw meat at a meat market). I also told him that it made me feel better to tell him.
My wrist actually felt looser, like the tension drained a little not keeping it all inside. Also asked my older son to rub that shoulder and upper arm as I could feel the tension creeping up. He willingly did and I gave him a brief idea of what the problem was.
Was so great to share and feel like I could do it. Doing this much didn't frighten me, wasn't a huge challenge (although I did have to make the conscious effort), but gave me relief and a feeling of hopefulness.
Think I'll start a log of this kind of stuff so I can see that I'm making (slow) progress.
Today, I told my husband about my nightmares last night. I was prompted by having a painful wrist, I think because I clench up when I sleep. This is the second go 'round with this this summer - it can become completely disabling (and then magically disappear). I started by telling him that my wrist hurt again and then was able to talk about the nightmares I had last night and even described them. He wasn't happy about hearing this kind of stuff - he'd much rather that I were well, he's concerned - but we had a laugh about some of the weirder parts at the end (piles of raw meat at a meat market). I also told him that it made me feel better to tell him.
My wrist actually felt looser, like the tension drained a little not keeping it all inside. Also asked my older son to rub that shoulder and upper arm as I could feel the tension creeping up. He willingly did and I gave him a brief idea of what the problem was.
Was so great to share and feel like I could do it. Doing this much didn't frighten me, wasn't a huge challenge (although I did have to make the conscious effort), but gave me relief and a feeling of hopefulness.
Think I'll start a log of this kind of stuff so I can see that I'm making (slow) progress.
