So... my combat PTSD partner and I have recently bought a house and money is very very tight. It will improve in 18 months but for now its painful.
On Friday I had very carefully bought some additional groceries (which he knew I was doing) and I was feeling pretty pleased with myself as I had budgeted down to the last $10 and got everything I wanted to see us through to payday. Got home to find my vet cooking. Great! But what was he cooking? Turns out he decided to go into town and buy $120 worth of groceries and cook us some treat meals. He meant it as a special gesture of love for me but I couldn't help looking dismayed because it meant my carefully planned budget was blown to all buggery.
Anyway, he completely flipped out. Yelled at me for being an ungrateful cow and stormed out. Took off in his car. I'm inside, crying, trying to remind myself that he is just venting, that his PTSD means he cannot control his anger and that he will come back when he is ready to come back.
Ten minutes later he comes in, calling me, and shows me blood on his hands. When I ask him what has happened he tells me that he has slit his dog's throat. Now he adores this dog. But, when he has very dark days he tells me I can have the dog and he will leave and go bush. So just for a moment I think maybe he has killed the dog. As soon as he says it he laughs and says no, he hit a deer with his car and asks me to help him. We spend the next 3 hours skinning and butchering the deer and he is chatting to me like nothing has happened. Finally we finish with the deer and go back inside.
As soon as he steps into the kitchen and sees the soup simmering on the stove he gets just as grouchy as he was before the deer interlude. He is yelling at me, saying nothing he does is good enough for me and he can't see a future for us if that is how I'm going to carry on. We eat in separate rooms because he says he can't stand to look at me.
As usual, given some space he calms down and by the time we go to bed that night things are fine. We had a lovely weekend together.
My question is this: I thought PTSD meant difficulty regulating and controlling emotions - so how did he just switch off his anger to deal with the deer? Or was he cheered up/distracted by the deer and then it all came back to him when he got back inside?
On Friday I had very carefully bought some additional groceries (which he knew I was doing) and I was feeling pretty pleased with myself as I had budgeted down to the last $10 and got everything I wanted to see us through to payday. Got home to find my vet cooking. Great! But what was he cooking? Turns out he decided to go into town and buy $120 worth of groceries and cook us some treat meals. He meant it as a special gesture of love for me but I couldn't help looking dismayed because it meant my carefully planned budget was blown to all buggery.
Anyway, he completely flipped out. Yelled at me for being an ungrateful cow and stormed out. Took off in his car. I'm inside, crying, trying to remind myself that he is just venting, that his PTSD means he cannot control his anger and that he will come back when he is ready to come back.
Ten minutes later he comes in, calling me, and shows me blood on his hands. When I ask him what has happened he tells me that he has slit his dog's throat. Now he adores this dog. But, when he has very dark days he tells me I can have the dog and he will leave and go bush. So just for a moment I think maybe he has killed the dog. As soon as he says it he laughs and says no, he hit a deer with his car and asks me to help him. We spend the next 3 hours skinning and butchering the deer and he is chatting to me like nothing has happened. Finally we finish with the deer and go back inside.
As soon as he steps into the kitchen and sees the soup simmering on the stove he gets just as grouchy as he was before the deer interlude. He is yelling at me, saying nothing he does is good enough for me and he can't see a future for us if that is how I'm going to carry on. We eat in separate rooms because he says he can't stand to look at me.
As usual, given some space he calms down and by the time we go to bed that night things are fine. We had a lovely weekend together.
My question is this: I thought PTSD meant difficulty regulating and controlling emotions - so how did he just switch off his anger to deal with the deer? Or was he cheered up/distracted by the deer and then it all came back to him when he got back inside?
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