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AnonymousAnn
I am afraid.
I have been dating someone with PTSD for three years now. He suffered a traumatic incident while serving in Iraq and was clinically diagnosed with PTSD soon after returning from his last tour.
At first it was trouble sleeping, nightmares, the occasional flashback, and bouts of paranoia. But the symptoms progressed... or maybe they just revealed themselves some time later.
In the beginning I felt I could handle it. He was extremely paranoid. Checking every wall, window, crack... thinking someone had been inside his apartment. Feeling that people were following him, when indeed they were not. While it truly made me sad for him, I felt I could support him. Shortly after our two year anniversary paranoia and sleep deprivation developed into incidents of rage. This scared me. Extremely angry outbursts for seemingly.. well no.. for nothing. Becoming utterly enraged over minor every day challenges...
When I started dating this man I was 60 pounds lighter, medication free, and genuinely a happy person. Today I am depressed, overweight, and taking medication for anxiety. I feel like I have to walk on egg shells and its killing me.
I love and care about him so much. Despite everything I deeply respect him and nothing hurts me more than imagining him going through this alone. I hate that he suffers from PTSD, and I hate that it has hurt him.
I don't know if I can stay... I shouldn't. But I can't seem to leave him.
I have been dating someone with PTSD for three years now. He suffered a traumatic incident while serving in Iraq and was clinically diagnosed with PTSD soon after returning from his last tour.
At first it was trouble sleeping, nightmares, the occasional flashback, and bouts of paranoia. But the symptoms progressed... or maybe they just revealed themselves some time later.
In the beginning I felt I could handle it. He was extremely paranoid. Checking every wall, window, crack... thinking someone had been inside his apartment. Feeling that people were following him, when indeed they were not. While it truly made me sad for him, I felt I could support him. Shortly after our two year anniversary paranoia and sleep deprivation developed into incidents of rage. This scared me. Extremely angry outbursts for seemingly.. well no.. for nothing. Becoming utterly enraged over minor every day challenges...
When I started dating this man I was 60 pounds lighter, medication free, and genuinely a happy person. Today I am depressed, overweight, and taking medication for anxiety. I feel like I have to walk on egg shells and its killing me.
I love and care about him so much. Despite everything I deeply respect him and nothing hurts me more than imagining him going through this alone. I hate that he suffers from PTSD, and I hate that it has hurt him.
I don't know if I can stay... I shouldn't. But I can't seem to leave him.