The other night my family and I decided to go out to dinner since our girls had just finished school and did really well on report cards. I had asked my husband if he was up to going out since it was dealing with large crowds and I know he has a problem with this, we have our good days and our bad days. He decided to come along and I was nervous.
We got to the resturant and we couldn't sit at the first 2 tables since they were out in the open and not in the corner where he could have his back to the wall and see everything going on. Next our girls were not allowed to joke around, have fun and do normal family talk that we do at dinner since he had to watch the crowd. My poor girls, I can just see how this is affecting them. I told my husband we needed to leave, however he stated it was fine and he was fine.
We sat through a very rough dinner as no one was having fun, as I drove us home, I leaned over to but my arm on my husbands arm and all hell broke loose. He flipped out by grabbing my arm and was lost in a memory. I know better than to touch my hubby without warning when he is having a rough time, I talked him down and he finally relaxed. This is the first our girls have ever seen an episode and it has freaked them out.
The don't want to be around Daddy, they are on egg shells and he is a grump and realizes that he needs more help, but doesn't want to do anything about it. I have been dealing with this for 2 years and I think that it is time we seek intense therapy, how do I convince him of this so that we can start dealing PTSD does not get better until you deal with it??
We got to the resturant and we couldn't sit at the first 2 tables since they were out in the open and not in the corner where he could have his back to the wall and see everything going on. Next our girls were not allowed to joke around, have fun and do normal family talk that we do at dinner since he had to watch the crowd. My poor girls, I can just see how this is affecting them. I told my husband we needed to leave, however he stated it was fine and he was fine.
We sat through a very rough dinner as no one was having fun, as I drove us home, I leaned over to but my arm on my husbands arm and all hell broke loose. He flipped out by grabbing my arm and was lost in a memory. I know better than to touch my hubby without warning when he is having a rough time, I talked him down and he finally relaxed. This is the first our girls have ever seen an episode and it has freaked them out.
The don't want to be around Daddy, they are on egg shells and he is a grump and realizes that he needs more help, but doesn't want to do anything about it. I have been dealing with this for 2 years and I think that it is time we seek intense therapy, how do I convince him of this so that we can start dealing PTSD does not get better until you deal with it??
