My partner and I had a massive row yesterday.
I feel like I'm under considerable stress right now and a lot of things went wrong yesterday in particular, only mounting this. I'm not good with things going wrong, plans changing, having to adapt suddenly etc. And because I've been working so much lately, I haven't had time to be as organised or tidy as I like to be. Yesterday it all got the better of me and I had a complete outburst before I broke down and cut again. I just couldn't handle how displaced I felt as everything was messy and out of place. I have a lot of ocd traits but I also came from a really untidy unhygienic family, so I can't stand any disorganisation or mess.
My partner felt that I just used ptsd as an excuse to take my day out on him. I don't know whether that seems plausible or not. I didn't intend to. But maybe he's right. Maybe being in therapy etc, I focus too much on it. I know therapy has been making me feel worse lately but for other reasons related to the ineffectiveness of it imo moreso.
I think my partner is really beginning to resent my ptsd though. I guess he saw me before I knew I had it - at which time I used to do my best to hide my past and would only get upset about things every so often (which generally meant a complete meltdown and depressive phase). Whereas now I just seem miserable all of the time. Like I can't hide the flashbacks or anything anymore or how they effect me.
I just feel like it's all in vain. I've spent the bones of over a year actually trying to work on my issues and adapt to cope better. But I don't feel like I've made any real progress sometimes. As in, the flashbacks and nightmares are as prevalent as ever. And to top it off, I've new memories to process since I had my son 21 months ago (the reason I finally sought help and a diagnosis).
I think it looks like I've used ptsd as an excuse for being a shitty mother and a shitty partner.
It's so bloody soul-destroying. I feel damned if I do, damned if I don't. Before I had our child, he used to give out that I obviously had issues and he wanted me to get help but I wouldn't. Now he's annoyed that I left it til it came up and bit us from behind. I know he's right - I should have dealt with this long ago.
But the question is, am I using my issues as an excuse? Like my inability to tolerate too much stress or mess. Or the fact that I get overwhelmed by all the flashbacks and lack of sleep and then end up having an outburst unfairly at him when I know he doesn't do things to deliberately upset me.
Yesterday I was a complete bitch. I can admit that. I completely emasculated him and put him down. Honestly, I don't know how he puts up with me.
It's his birthday Monday and I feel like a complete hypocrit, sitting here now trying to write him a meaningful card to show how much I really do appreciate his support and unconditional love.
I wish I could know my life without trauma. But as I know that that's never going to be possible, I want to be able to accept my trauma and embrace life with it. Rather than being where I'm at right now. Resenting the fact that it's still ruling my life. I will myself to step outside it and not let it get the better of me. But everytime I change my son's nappy, make love or something, and I have a flashback or dissociate, my response is anger. I'm so so angry that it's ruining moments I want to live and embrace. I know I have to try to push through and fight on. But I don't feel strong enough when the flashbacks and symptoms don't seem to be reducing at all.
I'm sorry to rant. I completely digressed. I just want to be accountable for my actions without allowing my symptoms to dominate my choices anymore. I want to commit to making more rational decisions in response to my irrational symptoms/feelings. I want to do better. I'm really afraid of losing everything I worked for. I want to be brave and I want the people who love me to see that I'm more than this.
I feel like I'm under considerable stress right now and a lot of things went wrong yesterday in particular, only mounting this. I'm not good with things going wrong, plans changing, having to adapt suddenly etc. And because I've been working so much lately, I haven't had time to be as organised or tidy as I like to be. Yesterday it all got the better of me and I had a complete outburst before I broke down and cut again. I just couldn't handle how displaced I felt as everything was messy and out of place. I have a lot of ocd traits but I also came from a really untidy unhygienic family, so I can't stand any disorganisation or mess.
My partner felt that I just used ptsd as an excuse to take my day out on him. I don't know whether that seems plausible or not. I didn't intend to. But maybe he's right. Maybe being in therapy etc, I focus too much on it. I know therapy has been making me feel worse lately but for other reasons related to the ineffectiveness of it imo moreso.
I think my partner is really beginning to resent my ptsd though. I guess he saw me before I knew I had it - at which time I used to do my best to hide my past and would only get upset about things every so often (which generally meant a complete meltdown and depressive phase). Whereas now I just seem miserable all of the time. Like I can't hide the flashbacks or anything anymore or how they effect me.
I just feel like it's all in vain. I've spent the bones of over a year actually trying to work on my issues and adapt to cope better. But I don't feel like I've made any real progress sometimes. As in, the flashbacks and nightmares are as prevalent as ever. And to top it off, I've new memories to process since I had my son 21 months ago (the reason I finally sought help and a diagnosis).
I think it looks like I've used ptsd as an excuse for being a shitty mother and a shitty partner.
It's so bloody soul-destroying. I feel damned if I do, damned if I don't. Before I had our child, he used to give out that I obviously had issues and he wanted me to get help but I wouldn't. Now he's annoyed that I left it til it came up and bit us from behind. I know he's right - I should have dealt with this long ago.
But the question is, am I using my issues as an excuse? Like my inability to tolerate too much stress or mess. Or the fact that I get overwhelmed by all the flashbacks and lack of sleep and then end up having an outburst unfairly at him when I know he doesn't do things to deliberately upset me.
Yesterday I was a complete bitch. I can admit that. I completely emasculated him and put him down. Honestly, I don't know how he puts up with me.
It's his birthday Monday and I feel like a complete hypocrit, sitting here now trying to write him a meaningful card to show how much I really do appreciate his support and unconditional love.
I wish I could know my life without trauma. But as I know that that's never going to be possible, I want to be able to accept my trauma and embrace life with it. Rather than being where I'm at right now. Resenting the fact that it's still ruling my life. I will myself to step outside it and not let it get the better of me. But everytime I change my son's nappy, make love or something, and I have a flashback or dissociate, my response is anger. I'm so so angry that it's ruining moments I want to live and embrace. I know I have to try to push through and fight on. But I don't feel strong enough when the flashbacks and symptoms don't seem to be reducing at all.
I'm sorry to rant. I completely digressed. I just want to be accountable for my actions without allowing my symptoms to dominate my choices anymore. I want to commit to making more rational decisions in response to my irrational symptoms/feelings. I want to do better. I'm really afraid of losing everything I worked for. I want to be brave and I want the people who love me to see that I'm more than this.