Hi,
My husband has just been diagnosed with PTSD. He served with the British Army for 17 years. I met him just 2 months after something realy bad happened to him in Bosnia in 1996, but he had kept everything to himself for more than 13 years. I only learnt about what he had gone through because he talks in his sleep! I always knew that there was something tainting his life, but, as I'm sure many of you understand, it had been buried deep inside.
After he realised I had part of the story, he tried to take his own life... I got home in time. This was a little over a week ago. Since then, I can't believe have fast things have moved. We have been so lucky with the help we have received from our family doctor and the local mental health team.
But, it's so hard to deal with the hurt and anger without showing it. Everyone is now calling me his carer, while others are saying I'm a victim. I'm not either! I'm his wife!
I work full time and the last few miles home are the worst. Is he going to be OK, what am I going to find. Will he talk to me or will he just leave whatever room I enter?
I will do whatever it takes to help him. He is my husband, my sweetheart and my best friend.
The practical side of things is easy. I have had to wind up his business, but, oh I don't know, the rest is sometimes overwelming. Thank you for letting me rant, thank you for letting me be honest.
Cathy
My husband has just been diagnosed with PTSD. He served with the British Army for 17 years. I met him just 2 months after something realy bad happened to him in Bosnia in 1996, but he had kept everything to himself for more than 13 years. I only learnt about what he had gone through because he talks in his sleep! I always knew that there was something tainting his life, but, as I'm sure many of you understand, it had been buried deep inside.
After he realised I had part of the story, he tried to take his own life... I got home in time. This was a little over a week ago. Since then, I can't believe have fast things have moved. We have been so lucky with the help we have received from our family doctor and the local mental health team.
But, it's so hard to deal with the hurt and anger without showing it. Everyone is now calling me his carer, while others are saying I'm a victim. I'm not either! I'm his wife!
I work full time and the last few miles home are the worst. Is he going to be OK, what am I going to find. Will he talk to me or will he just leave whatever room I enter?
I will do whatever it takes to help him. He is my husband, my sweetheart and my best friend.
The practical side of things is easy. I have had to wind up his business, but, oh I don't know, the rest is sometimes overwelming. Thank you for letting me rant, thank you for letting me be honest.
Cathy