Upside Down Eagle
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About a month ago I went to visit my uncle and take my cat, who's living with him, to the vet. When we were done, he suggested that he had some leftover furniture standing around that I could have. He offered to load it up in the car and drive back to my place. We were still at his place when he mentioned I was acting like a bitch (not in those words). I was surprised because at that moment I wasn't conscious of behaving that way. I told him sorry and I tried to change my act.
He proceeded to put his hands under his shirt and stroke his chest and his belly all the time, which is a trigger for me and made me more edgy. Then we went in the car to my place. Being in cars with people, when things are already tense, is a really bad idea. I got into a panick attack where my mind imagined he was physically violating me and loving it, too. I felt like the car ride was actually a severe act of molestation. I tried to communicate about the situation and tried to talk to him, about anything, just to put my mind off the sick crap it was coming up with.
But he said he didn't know anything to say. At my place I got out of the car and put the furniture inside. I told him I regretted ruining his day, but that I did not feel it was correct to apologize to him. Because I do not choose panick attacks. Because the panick attacks ruin my life just like anybody else's -I am not responsible for them. The next day I tried to explain it to him in a mail, but he wrote to me that he doesn't believe I don't act that way on purpose. I also rang my grandma about it (his mother) and she told me he's tired of "talking about everything".
Which means that he's "tired" of "talking about my past" which is like "an excuse to behave this way". My grandma actually told me that I am all grown up now and I have no reason to put up scenes like these despite what happened in the past. As if I were staging these anxiety attacks for entertainment. She told me that if I am going to have the PTSD thing for the rest of my life, I might as well just never talk to my uncle again. She also told me that this would deeply damage my relationship with her as well.
Huge story. Thanks for reading, if you did! :-)
I'm very interested to hear your opinions on the matter...
He proceeded to put his hands under his shirt and stroke his chest and his belly all the time, which is a trigger for me and made me more edgy. Then we went in the car to my place. Being in cars with people, when things are already tense, is a really bad idea. I got into a panick attack where my mind imagined he was physically violating me and loving it, too. I felt like the car ride was actually a severe act of molestation. I tried to communicate about the situation and tried to talk to him, about anything, just to put my mind off the sick crap it was coming up with.
But he said he didn't know anything to say. At my place I got out of the car and put the furniture inside. I told him I regretted ruining his day, but that I did not feel it was correct to apologize to him. Because I do not choose panick attacks. Because the panick attacks ruin my life just like anybody else's -I am not responsible for them. The next day I tried to explain it to him in a mail, but he wrote to me that he doesn't believe I don't act that way on purpose. I also rang my grandma about it (his mother) and she told me he's tired of "talking about everything".
Which means that he's "tired" of "talking about my past" which is like "an excuse to behave this way". My grandma actually told me that I am all grown up now and I have no reason to put up scenes like these despite what happened in the past. As if I were staging these anxiety attacks for entertainment. She told me that if I am going to have the PTSD thing for the rest of my life, I might as well just never talk to my uncle again. She also told me that this would deeply damage my relationship with her as well.
Huge story. Thanks for reading, if you did! :-)
I'm very interested to hear your opinions on the matter...