I had an episode last night after I couldn't fall asleep. My boyfriend was watching TV across the apartment and I asked him to get me a Tylenol PM. When he brought it to me I dropped it and couldn't find it. SO frustrated, extremely exhausted and having to wake up in 5 hours for work I started crying. He immediately walked away and mumbled, "Don't cry, dude."
That of course set me off. Do you think I'm choosing to cry? I'm just being genuine to myself and my feelings. I tried to ask WTF and that started an argument where my boyfriend told me I'm "too much" sometimes and that "I bring him down sometime." He has been supportive (mostly) my recovery with PTSD from child abuse and the fact that I need his help sometimes, but not this time. This time he chose to just kind of yell at me. That just started a vicious cycle of, "What's wrong with me?" and "What's wrong with him?" I got trapped in a negativity bubble and scared confusion. He said that it effects him when I cry. I get that, but you can't just pick and choose when you're going to help someone with PTSD. I wasn't even having PTSD at first, I was just tired and crying. It just hurts me so bad to turn to him for comfort and to be left alone. It felt like I was 8 again and my mom had just ditched me on Christmas to get drunk... just devastating.
We haven't talked about things since they happened. I'm still so hurt on the inside. I feel like I'm a burden. I can't recall every detail exactly, I'm sure I said some hurtful things after I started seeing red. It's just not like I depend on him for everything and cry all day.
That of course set me off. Do you think I'm choosing to cry? I'm just being genuine to myself and my feelings. I tried to ask WTF and that started an argument where my boyfriend told me I'm "too much" sometimes and that "I bring him down sometime." He has been supportive (mostly) my recovery with PTSD from child abuse and the fact that I need his help sometimes, but not this time. This time he chose to just kind of yell at me. That just started a vicious cycle of, "What's wrong with me?" and "What's wrong with him?" I got trapped in a negativity bubble and scared confusion. He said that it effects him when I cry. I get that, but you can't just pick and choose when you're going to help someone with PTSD. I wasn't even having PTSD at first, I was just tired and crying. It just hurts me so bad to turn to him for comfort and to be left alone. It felt like I was 8 again and my mom had just ditched me on Christmas to get drunk... just devastating.
We haven't talked about things since they happened. I'm still so hurt on the inside. I feel like I'm a burden. I can't recall every detail exactly, I'm sure I said some hurtful things after I started seeing red. It's just not like I depend on him for everything and cry all day.
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