Hi,
I click on Carer threads sometimes. It's funny but I wonder if anyone else is like me, and reads these and all of a sudded says HOLY HELL I HAVE A CARER. Poor guy! No matter how contained and self aware one is, boy do 'they' deal with wayyy more than the really shattering manifestions of a spouses PTSD. He gets to miss social events I just can't make myself get to, and go out of his way to go to the store on his way home from work ( after his long day and commute) and pick up the pieces when I've avoided the stuffing out of some friendship or overreacted our way into an awkward situation. Maybe it's nothing huge or obvious most days but it's SOMETHING( lots of things probably) everyday, and I have to think as exhausting in it's way for him as for me!! Yes, there's also the typical PTSD-knockdown-dragout moments, but the everyday-coping crap I do has to take skin off of his backside, too.
Wow. I have a Carer. I know he'd rather eat a live chicken than admit it at the moment, but I sure as heck do. He's getting a LARGE steak tonight, and I'd like to know how you all take yours?