Well, I did. Have fought a lot of battles with PTSD, done my recce, learned its patterns, adapted my behaviour and reactions.
Last couple of years, thought I was doing OK.
Thought I'd, pretty crucially, saved my relationship with my long-suffering girlfriend.
Then we had a row this weekend, and she tells me that ' you're worse since you started looking back on that web-site'.
Plunk.
How f*cking arse-about-face. Suddenly I realised how wide and 180-degree the gulf is.
She seems to think that my insommnia is due to me being worried that I might 'miss out on something because a lot of the users are in a different time zone'...........
Pause for the f*cking cactus and tumbleweed to roll by while Charles Bronson plays that very threatening harmonica.
I said, as gently as I could, that I was not some f*cking teenager addicted to a chat site.
That this place was the only sanctuary I could return to, and, after a year or so of building up good relationships with fellow travellers, be sure of understanding.
In the middle of the darkness, when horrible dreams make me wake up stressed and hyper, I can come here and find support.
I would not wish an innocent to know what I know. All due respect, fellow members, if I could never come back here again that would be great.
This site is the best help I have, if others are having a similar problem with their partners please let them read this I hope it's articulate enough…
right now I have f*cking given up on trying to explain.
Last couple of years, thought I was doing OK.
Thought I'd, pretty crucially, saved my relationship with my long-suffering girlfriend.
Then we had a row this weekend, and she tells me that ' you're worse since you started looking back on that web-site'.
Plunk.
How f*cking arse-about-face. Suddenly I realised how wide and 180-degree the gulf is.
She seems to think that my insommnia is due to me being worried that I might 'miss out on something because a lot of the users are in a different time zone'...........
Pause for the f*cking cactus and tumbleweed to roll by while Charles Bronson plays that very threatening harmonica.
I said, as gently as I could, that I was not some f*cking teenager addicted to a chat site.
That this place was the only sanctuary I could return to, and, after a year or so of building up good relationships with fellow travellers, be sure of understanding.
In the middle of the darkness, when horrible dreams make me wake up stressed and hyper, I can come here and find support.
I would not wish an innocent to know what I know. All due respect, fellow members, if I could never come back here again that would be great.
This site is the best help I have, if others are having a similar problem with their partners please let them read this I hope it's articulate enough…
right now I have f*cking given up on trying to explain.