LostintheNavy
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Hi...
About a week ago I stumbled upon this site/forum in dire efforts to learn more about PTSD. So many sites, although full of information, were text book. Here, I found the REAL. The REAL voices of both sides.
I've been very hesitant to post in fear that J (my boy) would somehow find it. I fight my own anxiety and I feel like it's made these last couple weeks worse.
So...without further delay, here is my story...
J and I met about four months ago. We work together and he was huge talk of the work place being quite the looker and a cute shy bashful type. Our shifts crossed paths many times before I finally had enough courage to tell him I liked him. We started to talk, went on a few dates and FINALLY I thought I had found the man of my dreams. He was literally too good to be true. Right away though, I noticed that his shy, quite manner was something I had to battle every time we got together. It wasn't a problem so to speak but I kept it in the back of mind. He slowly began to tell me little things of him until he finally revealed that he was in the Navy for 8 years. I showed him much appreciation and thanks for his service and he seemed to just shrug it off. I didn't think anything of it, partially because I was so love struck with an already 'perfect in my eyes' man.
2 and a half weeks into our relationship. He became very distant, and blamed it on being sick. He is very timely and orderly, so when he missed work unexpectedly - I reached out to him.
I wished him a good morning and he replied..'there is nothing good about it.'
I was shocked. I couldn't believe that I missed him getting so sick?
I pushed him a bit further until he revealed that he was in the hospital and for reasons I was SWORN to never tell of.
He had PTSD.
I was floored, shocked, felt immediate sadness. I felt like it was my fault. That I triggered it.
For the next 4 days, I had to try and convince this boy I hold so dearly to me, that he IS worth it, that he DOES deserve happiness all the while researching exactly what PTSD is.
After a lengthy therapy sessions, and new medication. I finally got to see him.
He look worn, defeated, sad.
It literally destroyed me.
Here we are two months since and he is no where close to the same person I started talking to. But he still is the person that I want to care for, support, and love. I'm just looking for a little more guidance and light about something I was so quickly exposed too.
Thank you in advance!
-LostintheNavy
About a week ago I stumbled upon this site/forum in dire efforts to learn more about PTSD. So many sites, although full of information, were text book. Here, I found the REAL. The REAL voices of both sides.
I've been very hesitant to post in fear that J (my boy) would somehow find it. I fight my own anxiety and I feel like it's made these last couple weeks worse.
So...without further delay, here is my story...
J and I met about four months ago. We work together and he was huge talk of the work place being quite the looker and a cute shy bashful type. Our shifts crossed paths many times before I finally had enough courage to tell him I liked him. We started to talk, went on a few dates and FINALLY I thought I had found the man of my dreams. He was literally too good to be true. Right away though, I noticed that his shy, quite manner was something I had to battle every time we got together. It wasn't a problem so to speak but I kept it in the back of mind. He slowly began to tell me little things of him until he finally revealed that he was in the Navy for 8 years. I showed him much appreciation and thanks for his service and he seemed to just shrug it off. I didn't think anything of it, partially because I was so love struck with an already 'perfect in my eyes' man.
2 and a half weeks into our relationship. He became very distant, and blamed it on being sick. He is very timely and orderly, so when he missed work unexpectedly - I reached out to him.
I wished him a good morning and he replied..'there is nothing good about it.'
I was shocked. I couldn't believe that I missed him getting so sick?
I pushed him a bit further until he revealed that he was in the hospital and for reasons I was SWORN to never tell of.
He had PTSD.
I was floored, shocked, felt immediate sadness. I felt like it was my fault. That I triggered it.
For the next 4 days, I had to try and convince this boy I hold so dearly to me, that he IS worth it, that he DOES deserve happiness all the while researching exactly what PTSD is.
After a lengthy therapy sessions, and new medication. I finally got to see him.
He look worn, defeated, sad.
It literally destroyed me.
Here we are two months since and he is no where close to the same person I started talking to. But he still is the person that I want to care for, support, and love. I'm just looking for a little more guidance and light about something I was so quickly exposed too.
Thank you in advance!
-LostintheNavy