Hello. I'm new to this site, but not new to the supporting role. I am married to a man who has cptsd. If you have issues with the military or service members, I politely ask that you keep your comments about them to yourself. We live in an area where it is common enough that the lay person may understand some behaviors, but it is the day to day efforts that get me.
This may seem like a ramble. Or too composed to actually be emotion filled. It is my issue. I have effectively trained myself into composure. I work in an environment where it is required, and it has carried over except to my hardest or weakest moments.
We have no children, and I am often told, I must have it so much easier to deal with his issues without kids to protect. That's wrong on a couple of levels. We wanted and tried for kids, but I can't get pregnant. Constant reminders of this make depression a very real issue.
He is an only child and a grown up military brat. The military life is all he has ever known. Facing the very real likelihood of being medboarded for the cptsd and other health issues is a difficult thing to come to terms with.
Sometimes I'm resentful. I'm not perfect, but I do try to be his friend, support team, as well as cheerleader. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, I don't coddle very well. He doesn't respond to coddling anyways.
I knew him before he went to war. I married him after I knew he was struggling. His issues didn't influence that. I loved him.
Lately though, I don't know if my love is enough anymore. And for the first time, in a very long time, I'm not seeing any hope at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes it feels like I'm on a merry go round, with the ups and downs and specific sites, and the dizziness and the feelings of frustration because the thing wont stop.
I never seem to make any ground with him. We don't live anywhere close to family or friends, and he is so embarrassed when he is breaking down that I can't get him to leave the house sometimes.
It wears me out. My friends know there are issues, but it is the elephant in the room and never mentioned. His parents know something is up, but all they ever tell me is they couldn't do what I do. My family, well there isn't a lot of support there for him, because any mental health issue is still taboo.
Sometimes I just want to scream. I try not to. If I cry, he feels guilty and it can actually make things worse. If I behave in a manner similar to Spock, he may talk to me.
The majority of the conversations are focusing on what he can do, and a plan to accomplish more. This thrills me, but it is just good intentions in our paved hell.
I don't want to feel like a failure with him. I just don't know if my support is enough.
I am afraid constantly that I'm doing something wrong, and it is hurting his options for recovery.
I'm just scared.
Thank you for reading.
This may seem like a ramble. Or too composed to actually be emotion filled. It is my issue. I have effectively trained myself into composure. I work in an environment where it is required, and it has carried over except to my hardest or weakest moments.
We have no children, and I am often told, I must have it so much easier to deal with his issues without kids to protect. That's wrong on a couple of levels. We wanted and tried for kids, but I can't get pregnant. Constant reminders of this make depression a very real issue.
He is an only child and a grown up military brat. The military life is all he has ever known. Facing the very real likelihood of being medboarded for the cptsd and other health issues is a difficult thing to come to terms with.
Sometimes I'm resentful. I'm not perfect, but I do try to be his friend, support team, as well as cheerleader. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, I don't coddle very well. He doesn't respond to coddling anyways.
I knew him before he went to war. I married him after I knew he was struggling. His issues didn't influence that. I loved him.
Lately though, I don't know if my love is enough anymore. And for the first time, in a very long time, I'm not seeing any hope at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes it feels like I'm on a merry go round, with the ups and downs and specific sites, and the dizziness and the feelings of frustration because the thing wont stop.
I never seem to make any ground with him. We don't live anywhere close to family or friends, and he is so embarrassed when he is breaking down that I can't get him to leave the house sometimes.
It wears me out. My friends know there are issues, but it is the elephant in the room and never mentioned. His parents know something is up, but all they ever tell me is they couldn't do what I do. My family, well there isn't a lot of support there for him, because any mental health issue is still taboo.
Sometimes I just want to scream. I try not to. If I cry, he feels guilty and it can actually make things worse. If I behave in a manner similar to Spock, he may talk to me.
The majority of the conversations are focusing on what he can do, and a plan to accomplish more. This thrills me, but it is just good intentions in our paved hell.
I don't want to feel like a failure with him. I just don't know if my support is enough.
I am afraid constantly that I'm doing something wrong, and it is hurting his options for recovery.
I'm just scared.
Thank you for reading.