WesternSky
Bronze Member
Last night my partner told me she doesn't really understand PTSD or how I could have it. She too thinks it's for people from war/disasters/accidents/abuse. I feel even worse. She was trying to be loving and supportive, but admits she doesn't know how and can't understand why I'm having trouble still. We went to a group party last night. I don't like social gatherings, but I went with her anyways. There were too many people in too small a room. I was struggling with staying in the present anyways and the wall color and a picture on the wall were really bothering me. I made the mistake of having a drink - I have no tolerance, and when I'm under the influence I lose my word filter. Usually it just makes me super polite and friendly, but this time I was talking to my partner and was telling her that the walls were too white and the picture didn't have any glass because that's the kind of picture that belongs in a hospital so the patients can't hurt themselves and I'd feel so much better if it was in a glass frame.
She told me later when the buzz wore off that I had been scaring her talking like that, and that for someone who was afraid people would think I was crazy and lock me up again, I wasn't talking normally. She said that it wasn't me. That hurt more than I can explain, because it IS me. These are the types of thoughts I have. The only difference is that usually I'm able to lock them inside my own head. I'm not normal. I will never be normal again. I can try to be but there will still be these moments I won't be able to hide where she'll see that I am still crazy. And I feel even worse that I have a hard time trusting her with my mental state. She loves me and wants the best for me, but unfortunately her well-meaning intentions and concerns about my health a couple years ago led to the situation that caused all the PTSD. There will always be a shred of doubt that she will withdraw from me again or send me away. Especially if she thinks I'm crazy and just can't deal with it.
She told me later when the buzz wore off that I had been scaring her talking like that, and that for someone who was afraid people would think I was crazy and lock me up again, I wasn't talking normally. She said that it wasn't me. That hurt more than I can explain, because it IS me. These are the types of thoughts I have. The only difference is that usually I'm able to lock them inside my own head. I'm not normal. I will never be normal again. I can try to be but there will still be these moments I won't be able to hide where she'll see that I am still crazy. And I feel even worse that I have a hard time trusting her with my mental state. She loves me and wants the best for me, but unfortunately her well-meaning intentions and concerns about my health a couple years ago led to the situation that caused all the PTSD. There will always be a shred of doubt that she will withdraw from me again or send me away. Especially if she thinks I'm crazy and just can't deal with it.