I would not say it is all actions really. It is mainly attitude, and the right attitude seems to make life much more bearable for all involved. I will admit my attitude sucks a lot of the time. My husbands? He is amazing, I would kill me if I had to live with me :) Maybe my attitude would be better if I did not have PTSD?
Flexibility. Your life has now changed. Plans must be changed, priorities need to be rearranged, bread winner now may be you, and you should expect surprises. This is certainly not the life I envisioned or my spouse but this is what we got. So for me flexibility is huge as daily plans change swiftly along with life.
Maturity. No head games, and petty fight BS. We are not in high school or are kids anymore. If he left the seat up on the toilet, put it back down. If he has not learned how to do this by now he ain't going to so don't bitch. Just an example of petty BS.
Bluntness. I can't figure out what is going through my own head half the time, I sure as hell don't have time to figure out what you are thinking. So say what you mean and mean what you say.
Don't take PTSD personally. I snap a lot or things don't come out as I intended. I just open my mouth and insert foot. Thankfully my spouse knows this and it is water off a duck's back to him.
Compassion. Think about it, we don't like insomnia, nightmares, jumpiness, IBS, vomiting and nausea, dizziness, faintness, panic and anxiety attacks, flashbacks, depression, physical pains, triggers... See how we may be a bit grumpy? We really don't like this either and I will even go so far to say we like it even less than you do ;). We are not always having a pity party, this shit can really wear us down sometimes.
Please do not sneak up on us. Try to approach from front if possible. Hell, I still can jump out of my skin when I see the person coming! Considering I will almost collapse when the toast pops up when I am watching and waiting... I am a bit jumpy. Guess who's kids do not have a jack in the box?
An open ear and a strong shoulder when I need it. Patience when I don't want it.
Someone to push me in the tub when I really don't want to go.
Someone to make dinner if I really cannot even make sense of instant crap in a box directions. Someone to tell me how great my cooking is to motivate me to go back in the kitchen after I have given up for 2 weeks.
Someone who points out what improvements I have made or things I did that day. So instead of "what did you do all day" try "hey, I am glad you ate or got a shower" when things are that rough. Positive reenforcement goes a helluva lot farther than nagging. And for the love of God, no guilt trips.
Basically I need my husband to be exactly the way he is.