tommytwojays
New Here
Hi folks.
About three years ago I was pulling out of my drive when a motorbike came around the nearby corner at a crazy speed. He was going so fast and was so wide as a result, that he clipped my car, even though I had cleared his lane. The bike went out of control and to cut a long story short, the chap's head hit the telegraph pole right outside my living room window. I won't go into detail but it didn't end well for him. He was a young man and left a wife and two very young boys.
My partner was in the house at the time and came out on hearing the crash.
At the moment I pulled the car up I was spitting bullets. I wanted to slap this crazy sob. By the time I got out and turned to go shout at him, it became obvious I wouldn't get that opportunity. I got to him at about the same time as my partner and shall I say, it was obvious he was dead. The body remained right outside our living room window for about 8 hours whilst the police did their investigations. I was in total shock. It had been a beautiful day and the world had changed in an instant.
In the coming months, the insurance company put it down as my fault. Basically telling me I'd killed him. Things happened like people stuck newspaper reports through the door...
Only at the coroner inquest nearly a year later, having spent all day being stared down by the chap's wife (understandably) did it get publicly shown that I did not cause the accident. The insurance company then "apologised" but ofc that didn't help me.
We had to move because we couldn't bear to step outside of our front door into the scene, so we did.
We foolishly tried to carry on most of our lives. Kept the same jobs and just moved to a different village.
Looking back on it, I started the process of burying the pain and the stress and the trauma. Our new house was never a home and eventually we decided a complete new start might help. So we did that and relocated 150 miles away, took jobs that came with tied accommodation. Again foolishly, I think I kind of put all my eggs in that basket. The job I have is great, I never thought I'd be able to feel happy again but I started to feel like the job and lifestyle was my healing. Unfortunately, as you'd expect, the perfect bubble I'd created started to show it wasn't perfect. Is any job perfect? Is any home? No.
I got put under some heavy workload pressure starting a few months back and started getting stressed. Feelings that I'd buried started to seriously affect my state of mind.
Guilt. I feel incredible survivor guilt. I feel guilt that as the guy was dying, I as the closest human to him was thinking bad thoughts about him. That guilt I think means that I have ended up not being comfortable with the idea of happiness. I've kind of gone on a self destructive spiral. I've been anxious and stressed, impatient, intolerant, quick to argue, judgemental ("what the f do you know about anything, you've no idea of how bad life can be?"). My sleep patterns are all over the place. Little things get blown up into huge things that see me ranting for hours. I guess you lot know the deal. I have been getting worse for months now.
This week it all boiled over. I have literally wrecked my relationship with my partner, screwed up my work life and I didn't know why. I never made the connection. Until yesterday. Yesterday I was sat there with a heavily messed up life and I thought "that young man died. Any chance he had got taken away. I was given the chance to carry on and I have wasted it." That caused the floodgates to open. I have been crying ever since. But now I have a new level of guilt. The guilt of having not seen what was happening to me and consequently messing up my life and the life of the woman I love.
We have split but are still having to share a home. I now don't trust her and she doesn't trust me though we both know we still love each other dearly. It all feels insurmountable.
I've had no diagnosis but reading up on it a bit, it does seem like I am suffering PTSD. So here I am, hoping that talking with you folks will help.
About three years ago I was pulling out of my drive when a motorbike came around the nearby corner at a crazy speed. He was going so fast and was so wide as a result, that he clipped my car, even though I had cleared his lane. The bike went out of control and to cut a long story short, the chap's head hit the telegraph pole right outside my living room window. I won't go into detail but it didn't end well for him. He was a young man and left a wife and two very young boys.
My partner was in the house at the time and came out on hearing the crash.
At the moment I pulled the car up I was spitting bullets. I wanted to slap this crazy sob. By the time I got out and turned to go shout at him, it became obvious I wouldn't get that opportunity. I got to him at about the same time as my partner and shall I say, it was obvious he was dead. The body remained right outside our living room window for about 8 hours whilst the police did their investigations. I was in total shock. It had been a beautiful day and the world had changed in an instant.
In the coming months, the insurance company put it down as my fault. Basically telling me I'd killed him. Things happened like people stuck newspaper reports through the door...
Only at the coroner inquest nearly a year later, having spent all day being stared down by the chap's wife (understandably) did it get publicly shown that I did not cause the accident. The insurance company then "apologised" but ofc that didn't help me.
We had to move because we couldn't bear to step outside of our front door into the scene, so we did.
We foolishly tried to carry on most of our lives. Kept the same jobs and just moved to a different village.
Looking back on it, I started the process of burying the pain and the stress and the trauma. Our new house was never a home and eventually we decided a complete new start might help. So we did that and relocated 150 miles away, took jobs that came with tied accommodation. Again foolishly, I think I kind of put all my eggs in that basket. The job I have is great, I never thought I'd be able to feel happy again but I started to feel like the job and lifestyle was my healing. Unfortunately, as you'd expect, the perfect bubble I'd created started to show it wasn't perfect. Is any job perfect? Is any home? No.
I got put under some heavy workload pressure starting a few months back and started getting stressed. Feelings that I'd buried started to seriously affect my state of mind.
Guilt. I feel incredible survivor guilt. I feel guilt that as the guy was dying, I as the closest human to him was thinking bad thoughts about him. That guilt I think means that I have ended up not being comfortable with the idea of happiness. I've kind of gone on a self destructive spiral. I've been anxious and stressed, impatient, intolerant, quick to argue, judgemental ("what the f do you know about anything, you've no idea of how bad life can be?"). My sleep patterns are all over the place. Little things get blown up into huge things that see me ranting for hours. I guess you lot know the deal. I have been getting worse for months now.
This week it all boiled over. I have literally wrecked my relationship with my partner, screwed up my work life and I didn't know why. I never made the connection. Until yesterday. Yesterday I was sat there with a heavily messed up life and I thought "that young man died. Any chance he had got taken away. I was given the chance to carry on and I have wasted it." That caused the floodgates to open. I have been crying ever since. But now I have a new level of guilt. The guilt of having not seen what was happening to me and consequently messing up my life and the life of the woman I love.
We have split but are still having to share a home. I now don't trust her and she doesn't trust me though we both know we still love each other dearly. It all feels insurmountable.
I've had no diagnosis but reading up on it a bit, it does seem like I am suffering PTSD. So here I am, hoping that talking with you folks will help.
Last edited by a moderator: