Hello everyone,
This is my first post ever on My PTSD (though admittedly I've spent a great deal of time on it in the past) - or any forum for that matter. I'm here because I desperately need some advice and insight, and I don't know who else I can talk to (I apologize for the length).
I was diagnosed with C-PTSD about 4 years ago, from a series of violent assaults/various forms of abuse in my childhood. Though I would like to think that it's largely under control and my partner doesn't see it rearing its ugly head very often, last night was another matter entirely. I'm convinced I had the meltdown of the century.
I feel awful about how things went down...especially as it was all over something so foolish. My partner and I were talking about an incident involving a friend (who recently tried to break up a fight and was injured), and this led to discussions of morality/the responsibility to intervene. My view is that I would (and have - hence many of the assaults I suffered) intervene no matter what, especially for a loved one. He felt that you need to weigh the risks first. To pursue my point, I asked "well, if my life were in danger you'd always immediately intervene, right?", to which it responded "it would depend". I think from the look on my face he saw I was hurt and he started to back-peddle and explain his response (which wasn't unreasonable in hindsight - "it may be more important to get help first", etc)...but it was too late. It was like a switch just went off in my head and I wasn't registering anything else.
It was an oops - a poorly-worded response - but the results were catastrophic. I'm acutely aware of why the statement bothered me so much (and do feel I have the right to be reasonably upset, considering that I'd gladly give my life to save his), but he has no idea what went on to cause my PTSD and so can't possibly understand why I had the reaction I did (despite years of therapy I still can't bring myself to talk about 99% of it)....suffice to say that most of the physical assaults that occurred happened in a very public setting (>20 witnesses the one time), at the hands of people I had trusted, in front of dozens of people I would have trusted to intervene. No one ever did. No one even bothered to say anything. In the worst instance, it was even made to be a spectacle, and I was essentially left to die (at 11 I was looking at a partial liver transplant and a kidney transplant after about a week in ICU).
I've never talked to anyone else about it before (not even my therapist), but ever since I've been absolutely obsessed. In every relationship I've been consumed by the question "would they have done something if they could have?"/"do I mean as much to them as they mean to me?"...I've deliberately distanced myself from people who just didn't instil that confidence, and in past relationships (where I haven't had much faith in the latter question) I've been accused of being cold and distant - even for sabotaging my own relationships. In short, I have major trust issues (albeit ones that people usually don't notice immediately). Except in this relationship. My partner and I have been together for well over a year, during which he has always gone above and beyond and been incredibly supportive of everything...this is the only time we've really had a legit disagreement....he's my best friend, and I'm quite convinced he's "the one".
I ended up on the floor of our ensuite for what seemed to be well over 2 hours in all-out meltdown (probably the worst I've ever had)...it was like I was right back there again (I rarely get flashbacks anymore), experiencing all the fear/betrayal/pain just as if I were being beaten again. I was utterly uncontrollable: sobbing loudly, sweating, jerking, gagging, heart racing, breathing erratically/nearly passing out...and the worst part (I have a yet to be diagnosed GI condition that we suspect is Crohns), I nearly shit myself from the stress of it all. When my partner finally managed to get the door open I had already wet myself and vomited on the floor (I just didn't register that the toilet was right by my head)...I've never felt so ashamed/embarrassed in my whole life.
After getting things cleaned up he brought me back to bed and got me calmed down, but I didn't sleep a wink. It's palpably obvious that this was a PTSD thing and that his statement triggered things in a major way (not only the PTSD, but serious Crohns-like pain and symptoms) and he feels terrible. I feel awful that he feels so guilty for something that really should have been just a small matter with a "normal" person...this shouldn't have happened, and I feel awful that he feels he has to walk on glass around me (he's been crazy apologetic/catering to my every whim) - he shouldn't have to be! It was just all so out of the ordinary for me and the whole situation is just out of the ordinary for us and I don't know what to do.
I've already told him "it's ok - no harm done!" and tried to reassure him that it wasn't his fault ("this is very much a 'me' issue, not a 'you' issue"), but he still clearly feels awful. What's worse: we only recently moved in with each other and his brother (who's also a university student), and while my partner is pretty well-versed in how my PTSD manifests itself, his brother doesn't even know I have PTSD. I was out of control last night and I know that my sobbing/retching was audible - I feel incredibly embarrassed and don't know how to deal with this...I don't want him to think that I'm an unhealthy partner for his brother (e.g. having meltdowns over seemingly little things), or worse have him tell his family how I acted (I love his family dearly and don't want them to think I'm emotionally manipulating their son and/or mentally unstable!)...should I say something? I feel like that would only make things worse. Should my partner say something? Frankly, I just don't want anyone else to know I have PTSD...it makes me feel crazy, pathetic, and otherwise not worthy of things. It's a no-win situation. Also, should I tell my partner why the statement bothered me so much? On one hand I feel like maybe if he had some context (e.g. even if he knew that it was physical assault) it could help him understand/potentially help prevent future episodes like this...but on the other hand I feel like it could make him feel worse (he had a very good, normal childhood...I often find that when I talk about seemingly normal things from my own past he's mortified).
So I turn to you, Internet community: what should I do? How do I handle this situation? I've been hiding out in the bedroom all morning because I'm afraid to deal with the fallout of last night's meltdown with his brother (who is also at home)...any words of wisdom would be greatly appreciated!
This is my first post ever on My PTSD (though admittedly I've spent a great deal of time on it in the past) - or any forum for that matter. I'm here because I desperately need some advice and insight, and I don't know who else I can talk to (I apologize for the length).
I was diagnosed with C-PTSD about 4 years ago, from a series of violent assaults/various forms of abuse in my childhood. Though I would like to think that it's largely under control and my partner doesn't see it rearing its ugly head very often, last night was another matter entirely. I'm convinced I had the meltdown of the century.
I feel awful about how things went down...especially as it was all over something so foolish. My partner and I were talking about an incident involving a friend (who recently tried to break up a fight and was injured), and this led to discussions of morality/the responsibility to intervene. My view is that I would (and have - hence many of the assaults I suffered) intervene no matter what, especially for a loved one. He felt that you need to weigh the risks first. To pursue my point, I asked "well, if my life were in danger you'd always immediately intervene, right?", to which it responded "it would depend". I think from the look on my face he saw I was hurt and he started to back-peddle and explain his response (which wasn't unreasonable in hindsight - "it may be more important to get help first", etc)...but it was too late. It was like a switch just went off in my head and I wasn't registering anything else.
It was an oops - a poorly-worded response - but the results were catastrophic. I'm acutely aware of why the statement bothered me so much (and do feel I have the right to be reasonably upset, considering that I'd gladly give my life to save his), but he has no idea what went on to cause my PTSD and so can't possibly understand why I had the reaction I did (despite years of therapy I still can't bring myself to talk about 99% of it)....suffice to say that most of the physical assaults that occurred happened in a very public setting (>20 witnesses the one time), at the hands of people I had trusted, in front of dozens of people I would have trusted to intervene. No one ever did. No one even bothered to say anything. In the worst instance, it was even made to be a spectacle, and I was essentially left to die (at 11 I was looking at a partial liver transplant and a kidney transplant after about a week in ICU).
I've never talked to anyone else about it before (not even my therapist), but ever since I've been absolutely obsessed. In every relationship I've been consumed by the question "would they have done something if they could have?"/"do I mean as much to them as they mean to me?"...I've deliberately distanced myself from people who just didn't instil that confidence, and in past relationships (where I haven't had much faith in the latter question) I've been accused of being cold and distant - even for sabotaging my own relationships. In short, I have major trust issues (albeit ones that people usually don't notice immediately). Except in this relationship. My partner and I have been together for well over a year, during which he has always gone above and beyond and been incredibly supportive of everything...this is the only time we've really had a legit disagreement....he's my best friend, and I'm quite convinced he's "the one".
I ended up on the floor of our ensuite for what seemed to be well over 2 hours in all-out meltdown (probably the worst I've ever had)...it was like I was right back there again (I rarely get flashbacks anymore), experiencing all the fear/betrayal/pain just as if I were being beaten again. I was utterly uncontrollable: sobbing loudly, sweating, jerking, gagging, heart racing, breathing erratically/nearly passing out...and the worst part (I have a yet to be diagnosed GI condition that we suspect is Crohns), I nearly shit myself from the stress of it all. When my partner finally managed to get the door open I had already wet myself and vomited on the floor (I just didn't register that the toilet was right by my head)...I've never felt so ashamed/embarrassed in my whole life.
After getting things cleaned up he brought me back to bed and got me calmed down, but I didn't sleep a wink. It's palpably obvious that this was a PTSD thing and that his statement triggered things in a major way (not only the PTSD, but serious Crohns-like pain and symptoms) and he feels terrible. I feel awful that he feels so guilty for something that really should have been just a small matter with a "normal" person...this shouldn't have happened, and I feel awful that he feels he has to walk on glass around me (he's been crazy apologetic/catering to my every whim) - he shouldn't have to be! It was just all so out of the ordinary for me and the whole situation is just out of the ordinary for us and I don't know what to do.
I've already told him "it's ok - no harm done!" and tried to reassure him that it wasn't his fault ("this is very much a 'me' issue, not a 'you' issue"), but he still clearly feels awful. What's worse: we only recently moved in with each other and his brother (who's also a university student), and while my partner is pretty well-versed in how my PTSD manifests itself, his brother doesn't even know I have PTSD. I was out of control last night and I know that my sobbing/retching was audible - I feel incredibly embarrassed and don't know how to deal with this...I don't want him to think that I'm an unhealthy partner for his brother (e.g. having meltdowns over seemingly little things), or worse have him tell his family how I acted (I love his family dearly and don't want them to think I'm emotionally manipulating their son and/or mentally unstable!)...should I say something? I feel like that would only make things worse. Should my partner say something? Frankly, I just don't want anyone else to know I have PTSD...it makes me feel crazy, pathetic, and otherwise not worthy of things. It's a no-win situation. Also, should I tell my partner why the statement bothered me so much? On one hand I feel like maybe if he had some context (e.g. even if he knew that it was physical assault) it could help him understand/potentially help prevent future episodes like this...but on the other hand I feel like it could make him feel worse (he had a very good, normal childhood...I often find that when I talk about seemingly normal things from my own past he's mortified).
So I turn to you, Internet community: what should I do? How do I handle this situation? I've been hiding out in the bedroom all morning because I'm afraid to deal with the fallout of last night's meltdown with his brother (who is also at home)...any words of wisdom would be greatly appreciated!