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To the point that you are annoyed when well feeling? My husband ("johnny" here) is very used to anger, suicidal thoughts, depression, jumpiness, and anxiety that he is used to this is my personality.
Before, I had PTSD but it did not come full blown or did not hold me back, I was beyond outgoing and worked late hours so he dealt happily with it then.
He is used to how I am now. But tonight I drank a few beers curled up with our daughter for a movie and for the first time in so long I had a blast. Nausea lifted with anxiety. I smiled and laughed with her. I tucked her in. That is normally daddy time. I just felt so good for about an hour. I am worn out as sleep deprived as of late from nightmares and anxiety again but I finally felt nice, why would I want to sleep through that? It never happens!
I curl up in bed with my husband at 11 PM and tickle his ear giggling like a school girl. No, I am unsure what possessed me. He got angry as we are to leave for a trip tomorrow and he needed sleep and angrily reminded me so unless I wanted to drive myself as he knows I cannot.
OK, I admit I reacted harshly (OK beyond maybe) And stormed out slamming a door you just cannot let me feel well. Slammed a few things on my way through the home bawling.
He comes out saying he did not mean to hurt me but follows up with but you messing with me was like torture or water boarding. So me being silly and affectionate now is this? I said fine a few months or few years when it comes back I feel good I can try again to be nice?
Do we sufferers act like such pitiful creatures so often that when we have a moment that we want to cling to that we take you by surprise and you want nothing to do with it? I was not trying to be sexual, but just a hug and a smile. Just wanted to share the moment. As he snores obviously moment is over and I am right back where I was 7 hours ago.
It just seems it it is expected and OK for me to have PTSD but if I feel well I annoy the shit out of him (very rare I may add) even though this exact personality is what he fell in love with. It is almost like resentment I feel well at a "bad" time. I just want to be with him and it shared with me as it is so rare I feel well. How is it he can be so understanding and caring of symptoms but so pissed at me when I have a moment, as that is all they are, of feeling good?
When I reacted badly then he was nice again. What am I missing here?
I come to the carer section with this as this cannot be answered by a sufferer of PTSD.
Before, I had PTSD but it did not come full blown or did not hold me back, I was beyond outgoing and worked late hours so he dealt happily with it then.
He is used to how I am now. But tonight I drank a few beers curled up with our daughter for a movie and for the first time in so long I had a blast. Nausea lifted with anxiety. I smiled and laughed with her. I tucked her in. That is normally daddy time. I just felt so good for about an hour. I am worn out as sleep deprived as of late from nightmares and anxiety again but I finally felt nice, why would I want to sleep through that? It never happens!
I curl up in bed with my husband at 11 PM and tickle his ear giggling like a school girl. No, I am unsure what possessed me. He got angry as we are to leave for a trip tomorrow and he needed sleep and angrily reminded me so unless I wanted to drive myself as he knows I cannot.
OK, I admit I reacted harshly (OK beyond maybe) And stormed out slamming a door you just cannot let me feel well. Slammed a few things on my way through the home bawling.
He comes out saying he did not mean to hurt me but follows up with but you messing with me was like torture or water boarding. So me being silly and affectionate now is this? I said fine a few months or few years when it comes back I feel good I can try again to be nice?
Do we sufferers act like such pitiful creatures so often that when we have a moment that we want to cling to that we take you by surprise and you want nothing to do with it? I was not trying to be sexual, but just a hug and a smile. Just wanted to share the moment. As he snores obviously moment is over and I am right back where I was 7 hours ago.
It just seems it it is expected and OK for me to have PTSD but if I feel well I annoy the shit out of him (very rare I may add) even though this exact personality is what he fell in love with. It is almost like resentment I feel well at a "bad" time. I just want to be with him and it shared with me as it is so rare I feel well. How is it he can be so understanding and caring of symptoms but so pissed at me when I have a moment, as that is all they are, of feeling good?
When I reacted badly then he was nice again. What am I missing here?
I come to the carer section with this as this cannot be answered by a sufferer of PTSD.