Recently, I have rekindled childhood friendships on Facebook with people I haven't seen in over 40 years. I just can't tell these people the truth about my PTSD and that I had to retire on go on disability 13 years ago. So I lie about why I still don't work, making it sound like I am only semiretired and collect a pension. I'm terrified of rejection more today than ever. My inner critic (persecutor, as my therapist calls it) judges me and beats me up to no end, and the judgment of others provokes even worse condemnation from it. That constant dialog of criticism is by far more painful than the PTSD itself!
I'm not comfortable with lying and withholding things from others. It detracts from the little self esteem I have nowadays. On the other hand, the consequences of telling the truth and having to contend with that inner critic is just as bad.The only three people who know the entire truth are my girlfriend, psychiatrist and therapist.
It is a terrible quagmire to be stuck in!
I'm not comfortable with lying and withholding things from others. It detracts from the little self esteem I have nowadays. On the other hand, the consequences of telling the truth and having to contend with that inner critic is just as bad.The only three people who know the entire truth are my girlfriend, psychiatrist and therapist.
It is a terrible quagmire to be stuck in!