gentle_breeze
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Hi I am Charley (Charlotte)
I am a carer of a PTSD sufferer.
I have been with my partner for 6 years now and life wasnt always as it is now.
I met my partner after a very violent relationship and like a knight in shining armour he seemed to be everything I had ever wanted. He made my life complete for the first time ever, I actually felt loved and cherished and that was a big thing for me.
My partner also suffers from a condition known as CRPS, complex regional pain syndrome. He was sent to our local pain clinic by his gp to see if they could assist with the nerve damage and the extreme amounts of pain he was in. They tested him on many types of drugs all with very different effects,none of them very positive. One drug, the name escapes me now seemed to send him into rages, cold sometimes others crazy.
Then one night I woke up and found him curled in a ball in the bed crying, he was still asleep. Now this isnt my man, 6ft 3 ex para, doorman..strong suddenly reduced to this. Each night something new, growling, screaming, kneeling in the corner of the room looking around like someone was in the room with us. Waking up to punches in the wall.
It was scarey and well shamefully I can admit to wetting myself as i was so scared seeing him like this. During the day he began to become withdrawn, staring into space,detached from me and the kids.
He got a computer game something to pass his time, Being disabled and not working he needed something. Then i started to lose him ..shut away in his room night and day, not sleeping until his body gave out. then some bright spark told him marajuna stopes you dreaming, so he began to hide away playing his game and smoking. This once proud good looking man now unshaven,dirty clothes,long hair and a little smelly.
I look back at that time now and almost miss it because now it is worse.
Now I have the rages, everything wrong in his life is my fault, I nag, i dont do this, I do too much of that. I gave up work to look after him, that was wrong but when I was working he admitted to hating it and called me such horrible names. Last week again he told me he doesnt love me, that i am a pathetic little bitch. That he hasnt loved me for years but I just wont go away. I feel so alone, he was my best friend, my everything and now..I feel empty. Her role plays in a make believe town with a make believe wife and he can quite happily tell her how much he loves her...me I dont get that..I sit alone and wait for the next day he needs to vent where he will come out of his room and talk to me.
I cant leave him, he has nobody and I love him and when the chips are down you stay and you fight things together right?
I called combat stress and the guy I spoke to was amazing he told me the options and then the words i heard so oftern "but we cannot do anything until he approaches us himself"
I am so lonely and so desperately need to be told I am loved and just a hug, then i can fight anything but now i cant, now i tred on egg shells trying to please knowing it doesnt matter what i do that he will still scream and shout when he needs to.
What can I do?
How can I show him he needs help?
Sorry for my miserable introduction but I need someone to talk to someone to help me understand what is happening to the man i love so much.
Hi I am Charley (Charlotte)
I am a carer of a PTSD sufferer.
I have been with my partner for 6 years now and life wasnt always as it is now.
I met my partner after a very violent relationship and like a knight in shining armour he seemed to be everything I had ever wanted. He made my life complete for the first time ever, I actually felt loved and cherished and that was a big thing for me.
My partner also suffers from a condition known as CRPS, complex regional pain syndrome. He was sent to our local pain clinic by his gp to see if they could assist with the nerve damage and the extreme amounts of pain he was in. They tested him on many types of drugs all with very different effects,none of them very positive. One drug, the name escapes me now seemed to send him into rages, cold sometimes others crazy.
Then one night I woke up and found him curled in a ball in the bed crying, he was still asleep. Now this isnt my man, 6ft 3 ex para, doorman..strong suddenly reduced to this. Each night something new, growling, screaming, kneeling in the corner of the room looking around like someone was in the room with us. Waking up to punches in the wall.
It was scarey and well shamefully I can admit to wetting myself as i was so scared seeing him like this. During the day he began to become withdrawn, staring into space,detached from me and the kids.
He got a computer game something to pass his time, Being disabled and not working he needed something. Then i started to lose him ..shut away in his room night and day, not sleeping until his body gave out. then some bright spark told him marajuna stopes you dreaming, so he began to hide away playing his game and smoking. This once proud good looking man now unshaven,dirty clothes,long hair and a little smelly.
I look back at that time now and almost miss it because now it is worse.
Now I have the rages, everything wrong in his life is my fault, I nag, i dont do this, I do too much of that. I gave up work to look after him, that was wrong but when I was working he admitted to hating it and called me such horrible names. Last week again he told me he doesnt love me, that i am a pathetic little bitch. That he hasnt loved me for years but I just wont go away. I feel so alone, he was my best friend, my everything and now..I feel empty. Her role plays in a make believe town with a make believe wife and he can quite happily tell her how much he loves her...me I dont get that..I sit alone and wait for the next day he needs to vent where he will come out of his room and talk to me.
I cant leave him, he has nobody and I love him and when the chips are down you stay and you fight things together right?
I called combat stress and the guy I spoke to was amazing he told me the options and then the words i heard so oftern "but we cannot do anything until he approaches us himself"
I am so lonely and so desperately need to be told I am loved and just a hug, then i can fight anything but now i cant, now i tred on egg shells trying to please knowing it doesnt matter what i do that he will still scream and shout when he needs to.
What can I do?
How can I show him he needs help?
Sorry for my miserable introduction but I need someone to talk to someone to help me understand what is happening to the man i love so much.