I was only officially diagnosed a week ago, I think part of my brain is still in denial even though I've known for at least the last year SOMETHING was wrong. A small shred is still saying "you're fine, its everyone else who has a problem."
My family telling me I'm not the same person anymore is what finally pushed me to go. Turns out I'm not so good at hiding it as I thought I was. They were really understanding and supportive, my partner on the other hand just doesn't seem to get it. I'm thinking about leaving him. I don't know how much longer I can try to make him understand, he just doesn't.
I can't stand pretending to be something I'm not, and constantly explaining to him why yet again I just don't want to go anywhere, or be intimate, or clean the house, or even just TALK. I'm tired of feeling like (and to him, being, I'm sure) a constant let down. This is eating my life, I'm trying to think this through and make a rational decision. I can't tell if the PTSD is making me feel this way about him, because its taken over everything else I used to enjoy in life, or if I'm really just done. Everything in me wants to give up because he refuses to try to see it from my point of view. I know its not easy for him as a supporter, but he pushes way too much and just expects me to be better. "Think positively, smile more" in his opinion will make it all better. If I release him he can go find his perfect, mentally healthy, active person that he keeps trying to turn me back into. The person I used to be.
I can't talk to anyone in my personal life...I feel like nobody cares.
My family telling me I'm not the same person anymore is what finally pushed me to go. Turns out I'm not so good at hiding it as I thought I was. They were really understanding and supportive, my partner on the other hand just doesn't seem to get it. I'm thinking about leaving him. I don't know how much longer I can try to make him understand, he just doesn't.
I can't stand pretending to be something I'm not, and constantly explaining to him why yet again I just don't want to go anywhere, or be intimate, or clean the house, or even just TALK. I'm tired of feeling like (and to him, being, I'm sure) a constant let down. This is eating my life, I'm trying to think this through and make a rational decision. I can't tell if the PTSD is making me feel this way about him, because its taken over everything else I used to enjoy in life, or if I'm really just done. Everything in me wants to give up because he refuses to try to see it from my point of view. I know its not easy for him as a supporter, but he pushes way too much and just expects me to be better. "Think positively, smile more" in his opinion will make it all better. If I release him he can go find his perfect, mentally healthy, active person that he keeps trying to turn me back into. The person I used to be.
I can't talk to anyone in my personal life...I feel like nobody cares.