My fiace busted out the c-word on me the other night... No, not THAT word... haha. He called me "crazy", which enrages me. Having a disorder caused by extreme trauma is crippling at times...doesn't make us crazy. It makes us good people who had bad things done to us. Most of the time, my fiance is very supportive, but he has no idea what this disorder entails. He won't research it, because he thinks he knows everything about everything. Sometimes, he is so confused at my behaviors, compulsions, anxieties, that he writes me off as crazy.
This disorder is not widely well-understood, except by some very experienced mental health docs, and people who suffer from it. So I think our significant others sometimes lash out at us because they simply can't understand why our brains fritz out on us, and theirs don't. I suppose if the shoe was on the other foot, and I was hij and he were me, I would be very confused and frustrated that I didn't have the answers' solutions, or the right words sometimes. I try to be patient with him, knowing this...but they too, believe it or not, are (for the most part), patient with us. Iagine if you were in love with someone who would all of the sudden begin to cry, panic, wring their hands in anxiousness, have a flashback that you couldn't see, hear, or understand; it would be very confusing and scary.
Hang in there. I'm in this boat with ya. Let's grab an oar and row ourselves the hell outta' here together! ;) xoxo