SunflowerHoney
Bronze Member
Hey everyone. I'm sorta new and haven't posted in awhile (due to cognitive distortions telling me no one here likes me or my posts :/ ).
I decided to come back to talk about the holidays. Each year I my baseline anxiety increases about 5 degrees or so about a week before Thanksgiving and doesn't decrease until well into January. This began after getting married and having to see way more people and do a lot more driving. Also, my husband's family tends to trigger me. I'm just now able to put this into words. Before recently I could only say that I sort of hate them. :/ Also I have a few abusive relatives that I never want to see again, but the holidays on my side are always at their house.
And even if all the people were positive, happy, pleasant Pollyannas, I would still need recovery time because traveling and socializing take a lot out of me and throw me off what little semblance of routine and structure I sometimes manage to have. Anything that has me borrowing energy for today from tomorrow throws me off balance and it takes days to get back into the routine.
I am trying to convince myself that it's ok to stay home and take care of myself. I feel bad having my husband go off to answer questions about me to his non-compassionate and judgmental parents. They don't know about my PTSD and they always dismiss my chronic illness as laziness. He fears their judgement. So I dismiss my own needs a lot of the time just to keep status quo.
I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to put him in an awkward position either though. This is hard.
I decided to come back to talk about the holidays. Each year I my baseline anxiety increases about 5 degrees or so about a week before Thanksgiving and doesn't decrease until well into January. This began after getting married and having to see way more people and do a lot more driving. Also, my husband's family tends to trigger me. I'm just now able to put this into words. Before recently I could only say that I sort of hate them. :/ Also I have a few abusive relatives that I never want to see again, but the holidays on my side are always at their house.
And even if all the people were positive, happy, pleasant Pollyannas, I would still need recovery time because traveling and socializing take a lot out of me and throw me off what little semblance of routine and structure I sometimes manage to have. Anything that has me borrowing energy for today from tomorrow throws me off balance and it takes days to get back into the routine.
I am trying to convince myself that it's ok to stay home and take care of myself. I feel bad having my husband go off to answer questions about me to his non-compassionate and judgmental parents. They don't know about my PTSD and they always dismiss my chronic illness as laziness. He fears their judgement. So I dismiss my own needs a lot of the time just to keep status quo.
I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to put him in an awkward position either though. This is hard.