Oh my. My C has no sense of time, day, week, weekend, holiday, month, season and even year. He can't remember whether or not he made an appointment or when it is. He even has gone to a restaurant and waited for me to arrive for dinner. Problem was, he never told me about it. This results in both extremes. An over-reliance on exact time, and no thought of time at all.
On Fridays, I drive 80 some miles after school is out (I commute back to work on Monday morning and then drive back to town Friday evening). Although I really try, I don't leave at exactly the same time each and every Friday. Which means that when I get into town, C is sometimes frantic because I am an hour late. What's worse is when I arrive early. That resets the clock so that next time I am late again even though it is the usual time.
This week I had to stay at work over the weekend and told C that I would not be back until Monday night and then I get the entire week off. His response was a snarky, "If I'm not here, I'm somewhere else." So much for getting back into town at exactly 7:00 PM on the dot. Because the schedule has changed, C just was not able to determine what would happen. Our routine of Friday night get-together and weekend time was not going to happen, so his entire week was now discombobulated.
C and I both acknowledge this piece of his ptsd, though we are not always good at handling it. However, his attempt at using snark to pat down his stress works for us most of the time.
On Fridays, I drive 80 some miles after school is out (I commute back to work on Monday morning and then drive back to town Friday evening). Although I really try, I don't leave at exactly the same time each and every Friday. Which means that when I get into town, C is sometimes frantic because I am an hour late. What's worse is when I arrive early. That resets the clock so that next time I am late again even though it is the usual time.
This week I had to stay at work over the weekend and told C that I would not be back until Monday night and then I get the entire week off. His response was a snarky, "If I'm not here, I'm somewhere else." So much for getting back into town at exactly 7:00 PM on the dot. Because the schedule has changed, C just was not able to determine what would happen. Our routine of Friday night get-together and weekend time was not going to happen, so his entire week was now discombobulated.
C and I both acknowledge this piece of his ptsd, though we are not always good at handling it. However, his attempt at using snark to pat down his stress works for us most of the time.
