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Angus McGee
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I just might have to track that song down now. I know the one you're talking about.
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We had a long, tearful talk this past weekend. We basically emphasized the points we've already made to one another. I told her I loved her, and that she loved me too even though she was unable to verbalize it. She told me that she feels so terrible because of how she's disappointed me. I told her, "You're not a disappointment. You have an illness. How could I be disappointed in an illness? Everything that's happened to get you to this point is not of your doing. It has happened to you. You are like a computer in "safe mode". That's okay. What we have to do is get you better.
She told me "I'm afraid of what kind of person the treatment will turn me into. I may be even more stoic. I may want to stay out all night, or even days on end without coming home. Can you love me then?
I told her, "You are the most giving, hard working, loving person I've ever known. You care more about others than yourself. I've seen it with my own eyes. That person is still in there, but because of the difficult things these past two years, that person is hiding. You. Are. Not. To. Blame for any of it. Neither of us could have seen the events coming, or we certainly would have changed things. I miss you terribly, and need you to go through the therapy come what may. Once you get through your treatment, let's reassess things, and see where we are. However, first things first.
She still brought up the dissapointment thing, and how she wants her own place where she can just be without any expectations. I asked "How can we (our 16yo daugher and I) reduce or eliminate the expecations you feel you have on you?"
"I don't know."
"Please think about it, and get back to me, okay?"
"Okay."
That's about where we ended it.
Later in the day, she went into the kitchen to make some pies for a co-worker (there's that nice person coming out). However, when things didn't go exactly as planned, she went into a rage, and started slamming things. She started stomping around the house looking for this or that. Yelling at me, and our kids. Not screaming at the top of her lungs, rage, but definitely quite upset. That characteristic is something that has been there since I've known her. So, I suppose the PTSD has been there all along, and just came to the surface more recently. My daughter and I know that the best thing to do when she is like that is to just stay out of her way. Nothing we can say helps her calm down.