Long story short I have 2 people in my life and that is it. I have only really ever trusted 2 people in my life ever.
My husband and one other person.
Lately when ever I have had anxiety, my husband has gone out of his way to trigger me and won't stop. It was like he got off on seeing my anxiety rise and seeing me curled up in fetal position screaming at the top of my lungs because he wouldn't stop talking about what has happened to me and how I need to face it head on.
He has been pushing me to report my uncle and confront my grandma. There is an officer that calls repeatedly wants me to talk to my uncle and get him to admit what he did. I can't I just can't. So my anxiety has been very high.
When I have anxiety I need a dark quiet place to escape too. I have been denied that. My husband opened all the windows and stood blocking them to keep me from shutting them. At this point I am begging and crying for him to shut them, but he insists I have to face it.
Of course the whole time I am just thinking that if someone could tell me "It is going to be ok." I could get my self together, In my heart I craved those words and begged for those words.
Lately he has been threatening to call the police and have me hospitalized every time I am struggling. Even though I have made him swear repeatedly that he won't because I have been waking up with anxiety over that alone his voice telling me he is going to have me hospitalized playing over and over in my head that I can't make stop.
I tried to leave since I wasn't allowed to have a dark quiet place to get myself together and he wouldn't let me leave. At first he blocked the door so I couldn't get out of the bedroom and then he blocked the front door I was able to get out when he unblocked the door when I tried to escape from a window.
He wouldn't let me get in my car and I am too afraid to walk in this neighborhood being the only white person in the area (sorry if that sounds racist, I know that it kind of is as this the first time i have ever really been on the recvivng end) anyways He had a woman call the cops because I was trying to drive and he thought I shouldn't drive while triggered and I called the cops because he I have been held hostage one to many times in my life .
Well that is when things turned from not too bad too disastrous.
Afterwards they gave me directions to a shelter. The shelter turned me away told me that the police should have never sent me there because it was a safe house. I was told no one could help me. I had no money on me so I was forced to return.
At least my husband really understands now after seeing what the police did to me. He wants to sue, but i keep begging him not to because I am terrified of retribution. He wants to write letters and stuff but I beg him not to. I think know he truly gets it. He has been nice to me since and is very angry at what they did to me. But I don't think I can ever trust anyone ever again
I trusted him which was a huge deal and I trusted the other person I turned to for help.
To me, there is no point in even trying ot recover from PTSD because bad things will never stop happening. As long as you excpet it, it isn't that bad, but for the first time in mylife i got stupid and trusted and felt like i was in a safe place. I will never make that mistake again.
My husband and one other person.
Lately when ever I have had anxiety, my husband has gone out of his way to trigger me and won't stop. It was like he got off on seeing my anxiety rise and seeing me curled up in fetal position screaming at the top of my lungs because he wouldn't stop talking about what has happened to me and how I need to face it head on.
He has been pushing me to report my uncle and confront my grandma. There is an officer that calls repeatedly wants me to talk to my uncle and get him to admit what he did. I can't I just can't. So my anxiety has been very high.
When I have anxiety I need a dark quiet place to escape too. I have been denied that. My husband opened all the windows and stood blocking them to keep me from shutting them. At this point I am begging and crying for him to shut them, but he insists I have to face it.
Of course the whole time I am just thinking that if someone could tell me "It is going to be ok." I could get my self together, In my heart I craved those words and begged for those words.
Lately he has been threatening to call the police and have me hospitalized every time I am struggling. Even though I have made him swear repeatedly that he won't because I have been waking up with anxiety over that alone his voice telling me he is going to have me hospitalized playing over and over in my head that I can't make stop.
I tried to leave since I wasn't allowed to have a dark quiet place to get myself together and he wouldn't let me leave. At first he blocked the door so I couldn't get out of the bedroom and then he blocked the front door I was able to get out when he unblocked the door when I tried to escape from a window.
He wouldn't let me get in my car and I am too afraid to walk in this neighborhood being the only white person in the area (sorry if that sounds racist, I know that it kind of is as this the first time i have ever really been on the recvivng end) anyways He had a woman call the cops because I was trying to drive and he thought I shouldn't drive while triggered and I called the cops because he I have been held hostage one to many times in my life .
Well that is when things turned from not too bad too disastrous.
Afterwards they gave me directions to a shelter. The shelter turned me away told me that the police should have never sent me there because it was a safe house. I was told no one could help me. I had no money on me so I was forced to return.
At least my husband really understands now after seeing what the police did to me. He wants to sue, but i keep begging him not to because I am terrified of retribution. He wants to write letters and stuff but I beg him not to. I think know he truly gets it. He has been nice to me since and is very angry at what they did to me. But I don't think I can ever trust anyone ever again
I trusted him which was a huge deal and I trusted the other person I turned to for help.
To me, there is no point in even trying ot recover from PTSD because bad things will never stop happening. As long as you excpet it, it isn't that bad, but for the first time in mylife i got stupid and trusted and felt like i was in a safe place. I will never make that mistake again.