saoirserylyn
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My name is Saoirse. I was diagnosed with PTSD a little over one year ago. I grew up in the foster care system, eventually adopted into a hectic home, suffered multiple abusive relationships and inevitably was kidnapped. A couple months after the kidnapping, I met my current boyfriend.
At first, I was in shock. I wasn't social, barely spoke unless I was directly asked a question. Through therapy I was able to recall traumatic events that happened during the week of my kidnapping, which is when I started experiencing flashbacks. I opened up to my boyfriend slowly, but honestly. I feel as though my slow progress in opening up to him has made me a dishonest person.
We fight constantly. I am afraid this relationship is going to turn into an abusive relationship once we move in together and he sees how crazy I am. I never sleep, only eat when reminded to, neglect my health, black out for long periods of time, have recurring flashbacks and blackouts.
Throughout the past year we have been living an hour and a half apart, but attempt seeing each other at least a few times each month. I feel like the distance has enabled me to hide these things from him, therefore leading to feelings of self hatred and denial that he can really know me or love me. I have experienced minor black outs, mood swings, flashbacks, panic attacks around him, but never anything worse than that.
Last night while speaking with him on the phone, I felt a sinking feeling well up in my chest. I laid down on the floor and started crying. I felt as though my life had been taken out from under me. Recently I changed jobs and my father (my only biological relative) passed away last week. I feel like everything in my life I'd crumbling apart. So, in some way I guess my mind may be expecting my boyfriend to leave (according to my therapist), I know I need to get a grip on these feelings and stop taking them out on my boyfriend. But in the heat of the moment, everything seems so emotionally intense. If I don't deal with it and fight with him right then and there -my fears will consume me and he will hate me and leave. The harsh reality of all this is that he hasn't left through the hardships in the past and is very loving towards me.
This occurrence on the phone, the first time I've broken down into depression and cried for hours on the phone. All he could keep saying was that he was tired and couldn't "handle this properly" right now. I got even more upset because I felt like I was being crazy and he was giving up on me for crying. I have an issue with crying in front of people and felt he should have respected me finally opening up to him. But instead I was greeted with a cold shoulder. At one point he even blatantly called me a liar.
Tonight when he tried apologizing, I jumped down this throat again and was angry with him for not being able to comfort me in my time of need. I feel like I'm being too demanding, and that maybe I can't handle a relationship at this point in time. But I also feel guilty because I know that if I weren't sick, there wouldn't be all of this added stress on our relationship... so it's my fault I'm losing him and pushing him away.
We are both 24 by the way. Sorry this post was long, but I'm panicking right now at this moment and would like a clear perspective.
At first, I was in shock. I wasn't social, barely spoke unless I was directly asked a question. Through therapy I was able to recall traumatic events that happened during the week of my kidnapping, which is when I started experiencing flashbacks. I opened up to my boyfriend slowly, but honestly. I feel as though my slow progress in opening up to him has made me a dishonest person.
We fight constantly. I am afraid this relationship is going to turn into an abusive relationship once we move in together and he sees how crazy I am. I never sleep, only eat when reminded to, neglect my health, black out for long periods of time, have recurring flashbacks and blackouts.
Throughout the past year we have been living an hour and a half apart, but attempt seeing each other at least a few times each month. I feel like the distance has enabled me to hide these things from him, therefore leading to feelings of self hatred and denial that he can really know me or love me. I have experienced minor black outs, mood swings, flashbacks, panic attacks around him, but never anything worse than that.
Last night while speaking with him on the phone, I felt a sinking feeling well up in my chest. I laid down on the floor and started crying. I felt as though my life had been taken out from under me. Recently I changed jobs and my father (my only biological relative) passed away last week. I feel like everything in my life I'd crumbling apart. So, in some way I guess my mind may be expecting my boyfriend to leave (according to my therapist), I know I need to get a grip on these feelings and stop taking them out on my boyfriend. But in the heat of the moment, everything seems so emotionally intense. If I don't deal with it and fight with him right then and there -my fears will consume me and he will hate me and leave. The harsh reality of all this is that he hasn't left through the hardships in the past and is very loving towards me.
This occurrence on the phone, the first time I've broken down into depression and cried for hours on the phone. All he could keep saying was that he was tired and couldn't "handle this properly" right now. I got even more upset because I felt like I was being crazy and he was giving up on me for crying. I have an issue with crying in front of people and felt he should have respected me finally opening up to him. But instead I was greeted with a cold shoulder. At one point he even blatantly called me a liar.
Tonight when he tried apologizing, I jumped down this throat again and was angry with him for not being able to comfort me in my time of need. I feel like I'm being too demanding, and that maybe I can't handle a relationship at this point in time. But I also feel guilty because I know that if I weren't sick, there wouldn't be all of this added stress on our relationship... so it's my fault I'm losing him and pushing him away.
We are both 24 by the way. Sorry this post was long, but I'm panicking right now at this moment and would like a clear perspective.