seekinghelpfromhell
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Gadgie, while I wouldn't want to be totally alone, I do wish my spouse was more understanding. She does keep my private business private, but mostly I think that's embarrassment than out of respect for me. She does give me an awful hard time for not being able to cope like a "normal person". She's getting tired of the whole thing, and wants to know when it will ever end. I'd like to know too.
I've had to explain to her that I have had this all my life, and that even though it "seemed" as if I was functioning "normally", my entire childhood was torture, as a very young adolescent and into my 30's I self medicated, sometimes to an extreme, and after I stopped doing that, I had trouble controlling my anger and lashed out at her. When I realized that this might ruin my marriage, I worked on controlling my anger, but I got very physically sick. I involved myself in things that caused even more trauma for me, and it's been difficult ever since. Finally I sought out help, and got handed my diagnoses. All that explaining really doesn't help, she still just wants it to be over. Well, so do I. Does she think I like living this way?
So, in some ways, I'm envious. I wish I could retire and not have to work - I dread it every day. It takes me time to put my hand on the door to leave and gather my nerve to get to the car. It takes me time in the parking lot to gather my nerve to open the door and walk into the building, all the while hoping I don't see or make eye contact with anyone I know. It's hard for me to conjure up a polite smile and say hello to people, when all I want to do is hide...
I've had to explain to her that I have had this all my life, and that even though it "seemed" as if I was functioning "normally", my entire childhood was torture, as a very young adolescent and into my 30's I self medicated, sometimes to an extreme, and after I stopped doing that, I had trouble controlling my anger and lashed out at her. When I realized that this might ruin my marriage, I worked on controlling my anger, but I got very physically sick. I involved myself in things that caused even more trauma for me, and it's been difficult ever since. Finally I sought out help, and got handed my diagnoses. All that explaining really doesn't help, she still just wants it to be over. Well, so do I. Does she think I like living this way?
So, in some ways, I'm envious. I wish I could retire and not have to work - I dread it every day. It takes me time to put my hand on the door to leave and gather my nerve to get to the car. It takes me time in the parking lot to gather my nerve to open the door and walk into the building, all the while hoping I don't see or make eye contact with anyone I know. It's hard for me to conjure up a polite smile and say hello to people, when all I want to do is hide...