I didn't find any threads where PTSD Sufferers had a space just to say "thank you" to their Carers. If I missed it, then sorry to start a new one, and please help me move this post to that thread. If not, here we go...
I started a Trauma Diary last night, and my husband came home from work right as I was getting to a really painful part. He had been working for 16 hours straight as a counselor in a school for troubled teenagers. I swear, the "Carer" in him never seems to get exhausted. As much as I wanted to jump up, give him a hug, and ask him about work, what I proceeded to do instead was space out, get really dizzy/faint, and then run to the bathroom to start dry heaving.
My AMAZING husband didn't even miss a beat. He brought me water, held my hand, and cradled me when I couldn't get my body to stop shaking. When he started to look at the computer screen, I snapped at him, and he just calmly asked if I wanted him to leave the room or if I wanted him to stay with me. I kept apologizing the whole time, but he didn't want to hear it. I took a Xanax and went to sleep.
I don't know where this man gets all that patience from. He says it really helps that I'm able to communicate with him, even if it's hours or days later, and that I do apologize when I take things out on him. He's also good at staying when I need the security, and also at leaving the room when I get too volatile.
I just hope he sees the love I have for him, even though I don't express it as well as he does. The man is making me breakfast right now. I think he's a saint.
I started a Trauma Diary last night, and my husband came home from work right as I was getting to a really painful part. He had been working for 16 hours straight as a counselor in a school for troubled teenagers. I swear, the "Carer" in him never seems to get exhausted. As much as I wanted to jump up, give him a hug, and ask him about work, what I proceeded to do instead was space out, get really dizzy/faint, and then run to the bathroom to start dry heaving.
My AMAZING husband didn't even miss a beat. He brought me water, held my hand, and cradled me when I couldn't get my body to stop shaking. When he started to look at the computer screen, I snapped at him, and he just calmly asked if I wanted him to leave the room or if I wanted him to stay with me. I kept apologizing the whole time, but he didn't want to hear it. I took a Xanax and went to sleep.
I don't know where this man gets all that patience from. He says it really helps that I'm able to communicate with him, even if it's hours or days later, and that I do apologize when I take things out on him. He's also good at staying when I need the security, and also at leaving the room when I get too volatile.
I just hope he sees the love I have for him, even though I don't express it as well as he does. The man is making me breakfast right now. I think he's a saint.
