Just when I feel like I'm getting a handle on this...BAM, SMACK

... I've been feeling much better, a better headspace this last few weeks. Working with my therapist and doctors, really putting in the work. I can honestly say that I had never taken the time to think about the boxes I'd been trying to close in my head. Mostly due to fear and pain and a whole lot of guilt about my past, how it affected my ability to fully connect to people, even my own family. I've spent years pushing everything down and locked it up and never looked back.
I realized today that I use detachment as a defense mechanism. I've known for a long time that I push people away because of my past experiences. I'm working on reconnecting with my family but I feel like I'm making them more uncomfortable and I can tell they are mad at me. I don't know how to make things easier on them. I'm trying to give them space, trying to be a better mother, better wife, a better person. I've apologized repeatedly. Nothing seems to help. I'm already walking on needles in my own mind and now in my own home.
It's been like this since I had the episode. What I remember makes no sense...why would my husband and kids intentionally hurt me, especially given the state of mind I've been in? Right? My husband of 20 yrs has always been kind and loving, very hands on. The kids are all great, they have their issues but we all do. So why is my whole body saying this isn't your family?
I'm aware that my personality and outlook on life has been hard for some to except. I've survived rape, beatings, emotional abuse, PTSD and most recently 5 attempts to end my own life. After the 4th attempt, God started showing me signs that he has a bigger plan for me. Weeks, maybe a month after the 4th attempt I started falling back into that depression mode... you know, where you can't make yourself do anything and abuse yourself as bad, if not worse than some of your abuser did. Then the 5th attempt.... approximately 30/40 anxiety pills and then my daughters face came to me and I realized I still have purpose. God saved me AGAIN!
So, I'm dealing with my issues on top of 2 kids that are recovering addicts, 1 with a birth defect with her kidneys, 1 with epilepsy and calcification on the brain and my epileptic husband. Then out of nowhere, we get a call from the nurse home saying there had been an accident and my grandma was dead. So, you see, the cards were already stacked against me. All I needed from my family was and is understanding. I don't feel like that is too much to ask. If I try to talk about what I've been working on or how I feel, it's brushed away. Kind of like they want to "reset" me.
I do understand that they too suffered from my state of illness. I know who I am when I'm in pain. Saying I'm more than direct is an understatement. I try very hard to stay away from my family when I'm in pain so they don't get the asshole side effects. I can't imagine what I said when I was mid to full episode. Nothing can make up for my past or behavior when I was in full PTSD mode. This though, like they are intentionally being mean and hurtful, I just don't understand. Everything I do is for my family.
So, why when I'm finally starting to feel awake and of sound mind, do I feel like I'm a nuisance to my family? Why do I feel like I'm being used and punished and sometimes being made fun of for being this way? Is this more of a detachment or another PTSD episode coming on?