Just to weigh in with my perspective on this. PTSD and the way one thinks is generally specific to what has happened to the sufferer. Not just trauma wise but whether there have been incidents where the sufferer has been humiliated or shamed or embarrassed somehow through their experiences in socializing with others while being symptomatic. So keeping in mind that these things are all through the perspective of the sufferer. There is absolutely no clear cut answer. Except - all I am ever looking for is enough safety that I don't pass out unexpectedly - or shake or shiver - or want to hide in a closet - or need to bolt for a period of time. Or god help me - cancel plans.
One foundational thing I can state is that whatever the issue, whatever the concern or 'weirdness' that is going on with the sufferer, it is all about their take on safety. Most of the confusion I think is that my take on my own safety doesn't match standard thoughts on safety. So then people who aren't my supporter look at me and go 'she is nuts' which of course, makes being in the presence of others (besides my supporter) not safe.
As an example, my supporter moved me from California to Nova Scotia. I did much better in California because his family wasn't there. I didn't have to worry about what they thought of me. In Nova Scotia everything changed. Mostly that was about expectations. They ramped up hugely when the family was around. It was expected that I fit in with the family on demand.
Make food for the family (dinners, desserts, macaroni and cheese etc)
I trigger in the kitchen so couldn't do so. So family keeps insisting because they don't understand what it means to trigger in the kitchen.
So of course that makes these people unsafe to me.
Unsafe = avoid
Because the more I show of myself to this family who has already identified me as 'weird' the more threatened I become.
Safety was no longer something I felt even with my supporter. Because it was his family and he was beholden to them.
I mean, I feel like my supporter helped the my directive to keep my world static. Static = safe. Safe = no surprises. Safe = no hostility directed at me because of my differences due to PTSD.
Of course, life isn't like that. Life is dynamic. Heap on top of that the shame of keeping my supporter back from doing 'normal' things with his family because I got freaked out by the misunderstanding by his family and had to close my once more open world into shut down again - which of course my supporter had a hard time understanding and I couldn't tell him that his family were a bunch of assholes to me.
So safe became a smaller and smaller version of the world that he and I had fought for. No longer could I play pickleball. I couldn't walk outside anymore. I couldn't explain why I couldn't help him working because who the hell understands that my shaking the entire time I am in the office is a 'thing'. And a real thing. So he ends up getting flack from his family for hanging out with a weirdo and the more I see this the more I withdraw from the outside toxic (to me) influences which eventually leads me to draw away from him.
The more I shut down the less I could interact because any emotion - good or bad - threatened the put me back into the shame/misunderstood/potential for hostility circle. So I isolated.
isolation = safety
although we all know that isolation doesn't equal safety.
So this is where it gets sticky. This is where the supporter doesn't get it. Because they don't see how isolation is good. And it isn't, but it is the lesser of the two evils. And that is where conflict comes in.
Randomness because I wanted to support my supporter by going out.
Randomness because I had to protect myself from these people (one of which would - on purpose I am certain of it - tell stories of children who were murdered in great detail)
So some days I was stronger than others and would try to support my supporter by going. But of course, by now the family was 'unsafe' and I would be more and more weird to them. I couldn't tell my supporter what was going on because I literally had to disrespect his family which wasn't fair. (Keep in mind the energy I am expending trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation and my body is starting to go insane with twitches, I started dropping again, I was having night terrors and keeping him awake at night.
So the only way out was to get out. I left in April of 2017. Suddenly, although he knew. I think he thought if I just got away and rethunk everything that I would sort it out. Not a chance. I got out and could breathe again (even though my living situation took a horrible beating).
So to protect him and his family from 'my weirdness' I stayed gone. And he was angry. I didn't care. I couldn't help but feel responsible for the chaos that ensued because I was made part of this family and failed miserably at being a part of the culture of it. And I felt responsible because they kept telling me to get with the program.
I have come to the fact that I will NEVER be able to get with other's programs. Never going to try again.
I am much happier and have made way more strides just being on my own. I can't take the pressure of the inculcation process of any family dynamic.