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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pieruloordi" data-source="post: 1761091">I've been together with my gf for 3 years. Been going to therapy for 1 year now. It's been an exhausting year and processing my traumas has taken it's toll on our relationship. I'm writing to vent.The issue is that my gf can't for some reason cope with the reality of my PTSD symptoms. I've told her I just want to be met with the same respect and dignity even when I am completely dysregulated mess and unable to function at all. I've told her I'll let her know if I need something during those times. I've told her that it's enough for her just to be and exists regardless of my internal state.What usually happens goes along these lines: I have hard time managing my symptoms and can't function at all. That's when I need the time to be a mess. She starts asking me several questions and giving endless advice on what to do. I then proceed to tell her that I know what to do and I want to just be and process the pain within. What happens is she then keeps on pushing me even more and has told on several occasions that when I am dysregulated "it is not life at all." She sees me not eating frequently (self-injury symptom) or not doing daily chores (dysregulation/depression) as something so serious that I should be sent to a psych ward of some kind where people could take care of me..Yesterday I had the courage to tell her about my feelings and thoughts of injuring myself and she immediately begun suggesting that people who are danger either to others or themselves can be forced against their will to psych wards or similar facilities. I told her I regretted opening up to her and I still do. Today she's been very passive-agressive towards me and doesn't want to talk with me anymore.Anyway what usually happens is I feel like I am invisible to her when I'm in pain and she doesn't want to have anything to do with me unless she gets go dictate what happens and what should I do when going through the PTSD symptoms.. Feels bad.</blockquote>

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