There are only 2 people other than my T who knows I have (C)PTSD (some other people may guess but not many). I didn't start going to regular therapy until about 3 months ago. My symptoms started getting a lot worse this past year. I'd already known them for a year, but neither of them knew since I hide it. I wasn't really close to either of them until they started finding out pieces of my symptoms (a lot of times I'm convinced I'm only close with them because of the PTSD).
Last spring in particular my symptoms got really bad. A couple times I called one of them when I was panicking/dissociating, and after trying to help for and hour or two she would get really upset and had to leave, so I stopped calling her. The other friend (who is also my supervisor at work) kept telling me I didn't need to come to the weekly manager meetings (even though I know it is part of the job to go since I know a bunch of other people who had the same job before me). She said that she would let me know when the person I was consulting with came in, but she never told me when the other woman would come in and I would miss a lot information I needed to ba able to do my job. A couple of times I was even in the room working while they were having the meeting and she kept telling me to just keep working (even other people who didn't need to be there would sit in sometimes). There are a couple of other times that I havn't been allowed to work when I've wanted either. She tries to include me, but then I end up watching everyone else getting to do what I want to be doing. She keeps coming up with other excuses for why she does this, which I understand since she knows I hate the PTSD holding me back. But I wish she would be honest about why I'm getting cut out because it feels so much more personal.
By March, I was still functional, but I was having a really hard time. There was a lot of work to do and I didn't see my supervisor very much. After a couple of really rough days, I wrote out what happened to me and had my supervisor read it. She took me to the health center (I'm a college student) and left me there surrounded by stangers because she had to work (which I understand, but it doesn't mean it didn't suck). I went back to work a bit later, and I barely saw either of my friends the rest of the day. When I had to leave, I dissociated and couldn't really get out alone, but my friends were on a deadline so instead they called campus safety. For the second time that day I had strangers in my face asking what I needed and trying to hospotalize me (even though I wasn't a danger to myself or others, I had just become triggered by my room and was afraid to go home). I had just told my friend one of the hardest things, something I have never talked about before, and I barely even saw her for 2 days after. Now it's just not the same. She's overly gentle with me, which is nice sometimes, but sometimes I just want to be normal, and it feels like it is only because she knows, not because she wants to be around me for me. I never really talk to her about anything except work and PTSD (or variants on the theme) and I see her interact with other people and she asks them about their lives and what they are doing, and she doesn't do that with me.
I know this doesn't paint a great picture of my friends in general. For the most part, they are incredibly supportive and help me immensely. I just have a really hard time believing that they want to be around me, they just feel obligated to. As much as I try to tell myself it isn't true, it feels overwhelmingly true.
Last spring in particular my symptoms got really bad. A couple times I called one of them when I was panicking/dissociating, and after trying to help for and hour or two she would get really upset and had to leave, so I stopped calling her. The other friend (who is also my supervisor at work) kept telling me I didn't need to come to the weekly manager meetings (even though I know it is part of the job to go since I know a bunch of other people who had the same job before me). She said that she would let me know when the person I was consulting with came in, but she never told me when the other woman would come in and I would miss a lot information I needed to ba able to do my job. A couple of times I was even in the room working while they were having the meeting and she kept telling me to just keep working (even other people who didn't need to be there would sit in sometimes). There are a couple of other times that I havn't been allowed to work when I've wanted either. She tries to include me, but then I end up watching everyone else getting to do what I want to be doing. She keeps coming up with other excuses for why she does this, which I understand since she knows I hate the PTSD holding me back. But I wish she would be honest about why I'm getting cut out because it feels so much more personal.
By March, I was still functional, but I was having a really hard time. There was a lot of work to do and I didn't see my supervisor very much. After a couple of really rough days, I wrote out what happened to me and had my supervisor read it. She took me to the health center (I'm a college student) and left me there surrounded by stangers because she had to work (which I understand, but it doesn't mean it didn't suck). I went back to work a bit later, and I barely saw either of my friends the rest of the day. When I had to leave, I dissociated and couldn't really get out alone, but my friends were on a deadline so instead they called campus safety. For the second time that day I had strangers in my face asking what I needed and trying to hospotalize me (even though I wasn't a danger to myself or others, I had just become triggered by my room and was afraid to go home). I had just told my friend one of the hardest things, something I have never talked about before, and I barely even saw her for 2 days after. Now it's just not the same. She's overly gentle with me, which is nice sometimes, but sometimes I just want to be normal, and it feels like it is only because she knows, not because she wants to be around me for me. I never really talk to her about anything except work and PTSD (or variants on the theme) and I see her interact with other people and she asks them about their lives and what they are doing, and she doesn't do that with me.
I know this doesn't paint a great picture of my friends in general. For the most part, they are incredibly supportive and help me immensely. I just have a really hard time believing that they want to be around me, they just feel obligated to. As much as I try to tell myself it isn't true, it feels overwhelmingly true.