I know where he is comming from, but why isn't he listening? Trying to eat when I first wake up is impossible when all I feel is nausea. I wish he would walk in my shoes for a week. Then I can tell him it's all in his head.
I think that's it. I think he's listening to his and your heart; I'm sure if he's familiar with your situation, than his FIRST priority is trying to nurse you back to health; supporters support us; they do, but what they CAN'T do is live through our bodies, and know our experiences. I've learned that with some friends of mine; they care, I'd go so far as to say maybe a few of them love me for the guy I show them, but they haven't lived my life...they don't know that when they yell in excitement it sounds like my mom, screaming and I feel like I'm a child again, so I space out to prevent the memory/flashback from surfacing...I think we have to explain to our supporters thoroughly what, our triggers are, and how they can help ease them; I'm sure you're husband would like to know about how to help you better. Does he know about your nausea? I mean, even though I have PTSD, I rarely get nauseous, but when I do, I'm vomiting sometimes uncontrollably; to tears even. I know that my parents/family thought I had an eating disorder, and my grandmom was constantly feeding me but it was just stress, and PTSD. He may not understand what it means to have triggers, how they come about, or how he can ease them; talk to him about them, tell him sometimes when you need him, and sometimes when you gotta get away. This is so you don't leave him in the dark confused...Listen to me though!, I tend to forget that I'm leaving another person in the dark when I just storm off. :rolleyes::laugh:
I wish it were easier for you, I can't scream or yell at my children, So I fight with my husband. My children are not the enemies here. I could use a little support from the husband but I suppose I'm the one slamming the bedroom door and hiding out on the patio outside my bedroom to get away from everyone.
Thanks NotMyWorld, it gets easier when I know I've got people who at least understand what it feels like to be in the same 'boat' you're in. Also, being a child that grew up in a home with slamming doors, I hated it because the slamming meant fighting, fighting meant yelling, and yelling meant someone getting hurt; but worst of all, I hated seeing my mom and dad upset...a child in part wants to help; they're like little adults but don't yet have the experience of HOW or WHICH words to use to help you, so they'll hug you, or kiss you, or smile when ever you're upset about something. Have you really told you're husband what kind of support you need from him? Is he familiar with all of your symptoms? Does he know how to help with, and alleviate your triggers? See, when you're in a relationship with someone with PTSD, you're in a relationship with the PTSD too...I'm sure he's right miffed about that, but he loves you, symptoms and all. :)