Hi everyone, I'm new here. *waves* I started to post an introduction for myself but quickly realized I was just getting into the meat of my problem - why I'm here. So I decided to scrap that and just jump right in. Settle in for a book…it’s a little long. Sorry. :p
I met a man online 2 years ago and my world came to a crashing halt! We instantly took a liking to each other and started corresponding. He told me early on that he had combat PTSD so I did some research, read the books, and lurked around message boards. Emails were exchanged daily and eventually we started skyping for hours on end every week. Despite the fact that he lives an ocean away, the feelings of friendship turned into something more.
We had our ups and downs, though generally things went smoothly. Even the misunderstandings (sometimes cultural) and PTSD induced rough patches were welcomed by me because I think that from those lower places we can grow and become stronger. Our communication sometimes took us into his darker parts that made him very uncomfortable, but I was so happy that he trusted me with his words and put his own comfort aside to let me in. There were one or two occasions where he was already starting to spiral, unbeknownst to me, and I would unintentionally say something that would set him off and we’d need a few days to repair the tiny bit of damage done before we got back to normal.
I’ve since come to realize his pattern when things get a little shaky. 1) He shuts down his emotions and detaches himself, acting as if we could stop communicating right then and there and he would be okay with it. 2) He half-heartedly pushes me away. 3) He says goodbye, like he is freeing me from the burden of his company, and runs away.
He does sometimes talk down about himself, but I tell him he is much too harsh and I wish he could see himself how I do. I’ve suspected for quite some time that he wants a real relationship, that of a man and a woman, with me, but he is afraid – afraid of getting hurt? Afraid of hurting me? Afraid he isn’t good enough? I don't know.
As for me…I fell for him long ago and try to do everything in my power to make him as happy as possibly. I have never seen him as a man with PTSD – he is just a man whom I admire very much. I hate that he suffers, and I would happily help carry his load if it were possible.
Just a month ago I returned home from a trip to visit him. He opened his home to me for 2 weeks, and indeed did a ton of work, on both himself and his house, to get ready before I even got there. He was an amazing host and we both had a great time. I let him take the lead as far as furthering our relationship was concerned. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by coming on too strong – I know he takes things slowly. And I was pleased as punch to find myself so cared for as he held my car door, always made sure I was happy and entertained, he cooked and fixed my plates. He fed me…literally held the spoon to my lips! We had playful touches and meaningful hugs. Ate and drank after each other. We talked for hours from evening into the wee morning and laughed the entire time. He introduced me to his closest friends and showed me many facets of his life. It was like being in a movie. I loved being treated like a queen and did my best to return the favor. I started to really imagine the life we could have together.
Then, it all came crashing down.
Upon returning home I had some rather large life decisions to make, including; should I remodel my home to improve the resale value (since I would be selling should he ask me to move in with him), should I go back to school and make that career move I’ve been thinking about, etc. All decisions that I couldn’t make without discussing things with him first. I needed to know where, if anywhere, we were going and what he wanted out of this.
So I asked him 3 weeks ago…and it all hit the fan. He went quiet for a few days while he thought things through. In the end he told me that though he does want that closeness with me, he didn’t feel like he could function in a relationship, but he didn’t want to go into detail. I was heartbroken. And despite the fact that he is the one who turned me down, I feel like he broke his own heart, as well. I took a few days to mourn the loss of the future I had imagined for us, but knew immediately that he was still my best friend, and now that I knew friendship was all it would ever be, I was happy to continue on in that direction and he said he was as well.
But while I had been healing, I didn’t realize he was stewing. He wrote me another email, and this time I could see the tone had changed back into the way he speaks when his PTSD has “taken over.” He followed the steps I mentioned above, but this time, actually followed through with the running away...mostly. He said he wouldn’t skype with me anymore and despite my handful of upbeat emails, he’s been limiting himself to 1 or 2 responses a week. The length and topics he’s been writing have been sloooowly been getting back to normal, but then he seems to take a step back again. And yes, he is initiating contact with me at times.
But this has all got me so stressed out I can’t stand it! I vacillate between being immensely hurt to wanting to strangle him! But I keep those feelings to myself because I don’t want to add to his stress – which in and of itself may not be healthy for us long term had there been more. I am terrified of doing the wrong thing. I don’t want to lose his friendship, so I’m on eggshells. I just want things to go back to the way they were before. I fear I have royally screwed up, but the truth is that I really did need to know if we had a future before I could choose my next path.
He’s never been like this before (not nearly to this extent) and I am at a loss. How do I fix this???
I don’t think this is him talking, it seems like the PTSD is in the driver’s seat. I’m not sure how I should handle him when he’s like this. It’s pretty clear he is still thinking of me, but at the same time it’s like he’s trying to slam the steel door on his already numbed emotions and just cut me from his life without looking back. Do I leave him alone until he comes to me? Or will he interpret this as if I don't want to talk to him. Do I write everyday as I normally would and hope that when he gets his head on straight again that he’ll see that I’m still here and haven’t bailed on him like so many others in the past? If you have PTSD, how do you prefer for your loved ones to handle something like this?
I know there are no clear answers to this, but if you have a thought, please share it because I’m flying solo here and every little bit has got to help. You can see this from the outside looking in and maybe have a clearer view, offer some insight as you see it.
I do know one thing though, I will fight for this...for him. I know he's worth the time and effort and I am a better person for having known him.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
PS: Those are our shadows together in my avatar. Took that pic on my vacation. Thought it was fitting and beautiful, and anonymous all at the same time. LOL
I met a man online 2 years ago and my world came to a crashing halt! We instantly took a liking to each other and started corresponding. He told me early on that he had combat PTSD so I did some research, read the books, and lurked around message boards. Emails were exchanged daily and eventually we started skyping for hours on end every week. Despite the fact that he lives an ocean away, the feelings of friendship turned into something more.
We had our ups and downs, though generally things went smoothly. Even the misunderstandings (sometimes cultural) and PTSD induced rough patches were welcomed by me because I think that from those lower places we can grow and become stronger. Our communication sometimes took us into his darker parts that made him very uncomfortable, but I was so happy that he trusted me with his words and put his own comfort aside to let me in. There were one or two occasions where he was already starting to spiral, unbeknownst to me, and I would unintentionally say something that would set him off and we’d need a few days to repair the tiny bit of damage done before we got back to normal.
I’ve since come to realize his pattern when things get a little shaky. 1) He shuts down his emotions and detaches himself, acting as if we could stop communicating right then and there and he would be okay with it. 2) He half-heartedly pushes me away. 3) He says goodbye, like he is freeing me from the burden of his company, and runs away.
He does sometimes talk down about himself, but I tell him he is much too harsh and I wish he could see himself how I do. I’ve suspected for quite some time that he wants a real relationship, that of a man and a woman, with me, but he is afraid – afraid of getting hurt? Afraid of hurting me? Afraid he isn’t good enough? I don't know.
As for me…I fell for him long ago and try to do everything in my power to make him as happy as possibly. I have never seen him as a man with PTSD – he is just a man whom I admire very much. I hate that he suffers, and I would happily help carry his load if it were possible.
Just a month ago I returned home from a trip to visit him. He opened his home to me for 2 weeks, and indeed did a ton of work, on both himself and his house, to get ready before I even got there. He was an amazing host and we both had a great time. I let him take the lead as far as furthering our relationship was concerned. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by coming on too strong – I know he takes things slowly. And I was pleased as punch to find myself so cared for as he held my car door, always made sure I was happy and entertained, he cooked and fixed my plates. He fed me…literally held the spoon to my lips! We had playful touches and meaningful hugs. Ate and drank after each other. We talked for hours from evening into the wee morning and laughed the entire time. He introduced me to his closest friends and showed me many facets of his life. It was like being in a movie. I loved being treated like a queen and did my best to return the favor. I started to really imagine the life we could have together.
Then, it all came crashing down.
Upon returning home I had some rather large life decisions to make, including; should I remodel my home to improve the resale value (since I would be selling should he ask me to move in with him), should I go back to school and make that career move I’ve been thinking about, etc. All decisions that I couldn’t make without discussing things with him first. I needed to know where, if anywhere, we were going and what he wanted out of this.
So I asked him 3 weeks ago…and it all hit the fan. He went quiet for a few days while he thought things through. In the end he told me that though he does want that closeness with me, he didn’t feel like he could function in a relationship, but he didn’t want to go into detail. I was heartbroken. And despite the fact that he is the one who turned me down, I feel like he broke his own heart, as well. I took a few days to mourn the loss of the future I had imagined for us, but knew immediately that he was still my best friend, and now that I knew friendship was all it would ever be, I was happy to continue on in that direction and he said he was as well.
But while I had been healing, I didn’t realize he was stewing. He wrote me another email, and this time I could see the tone had changed back into the way he speaks when his PTSD has “taken over.” He followed the steps I mentioned above, but this time, actually followed through with the running away...mostly. He said he wouldn’t skype with me anymore and despite my handful of upbeat emails, he’s been limiting himself to 1 or 2 responses a week. The length and topics he’s been writing have been sloooowly been getting back to normal, but then he seems to take a step back again. And yes, he is initiating contact with me at times.
But this has all got me so stressed out I can’t stand it! I vacillate between being immensely hurt to wanting to strangle him! But I keep those feelings to myself because I don’t want to add to his stress – which in and of itself may not be healthy for us long term had there been more. I am terrified of doing the wrong thing. I don’t want to lose his friendship, so I’m on eggshells. I just want things to go back to the way they were before. I fear I have royally screwed up, but the truth is that I really did need to know if we had a future before I could choose my next path.
He’s never been like this before (not nearly to this extent) and I am at a loss. How do I fix this???
I don’t think this is him talking, it seems like the PTSD is in the driver’s seat. I’m not sure how I should handle him when he’s like this. It’s pretty clear he is still thinking of me, but at the same time it’s like he’s trying to slam the steel door on his already numbed emotions and just cut me from his life without looking back. Do I leave him alone until he comes to me? Or will he interpret this as if I don't want to talk to him. Do I write everyday as I normally would and hope that when he gets his head on straight again that he’ll see that I’m still here and haven’t bailed on him like so many others in the past? If you have PTSD, how do you prefer for your loved ones to handle something like this?
I know there are no clear answers to this, but if you have a thought, please share it because I’m flying solo here and every little bit has got to help. You can see this from the outside looking in and maybe have a clearer view, offer some insight as you see it.
I do know one thing though, I will fight for this...for him. I know he's worth the time and effort and I am a better person for having known him.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
PS: Those are our shadows together in my avatar. Took that pic on my vacation. Thought it was fitting and beautiful, and anonymous all at the same time. LOL
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