I have a brother who is retired Army, combat iraq war veteran. I myself am a survivor of a man who had me for close to nine months and used me for child porn. The man until he died in 2013 wrote letters to my parents home addressed to me or would write to people I lived with or worse call them. Between both of us it can rock in roll. It was ruff for quite awhile trying to sort ourselves out without trying to hurt each other. And trust me it became a warzone sometimes when we both bounced off each others issues. Over time we committed to try onething at a time so the hurt would stop. We committed to make sure when things were normal we talked about issues in a reasonable way, this way it could build some trust between us for the times when PTSD would come a calling and we weren't all there.
It took some effort. And alot of making sure we were in touch with our own triggers enough to say ok banana time I need a time out. We gave each other the space to deal with ourselves and one of us would carry on the days every day issues. Was it easy no. I know it can work. I seen my brother come a longways himself and he is what gives me a reason to keep pushing myself. I amlearning to live openly again after keeping low for so many reasons. He is learning that he can't do it all himself. Sometimes it's like watching two mules fighting over the same grazing grounds. We use a ton of humor for these times, a ounce of patience, and alot of tears and cussing up a storm but this time we cuss out the ptsd not each other.
It took some effort. And alot of making sure we were in touch with our own triggers enough to say ok banana time I need a time out. We gave each other the space to deal with ourselves and one of us would carry on the days every day issues. Was it easy no. I know it can work. I seen my brother come a longways himself and he is what gives me a reason to keep pushing myself. I amlearning to live openly again after keeping low for so many reasons. He is learning that he can't do it all himself. Sometimes it's like watching two mules fighting over the same grazing grounds. We use a ton of humor for these times, a ounce of patience, and alot of tears and cussing up a storm but this time we cuss out the ptsd not each other.