My new housemate yelled at me out of the blue the first night we were alone together. I haven't shared with anyone but my own family, as a mum, for years. I was exhausted from moving, quiet, spaced out, resting. Suddenly: "You're impossible to please! I don't know what you want! I've tried so hard etc."
Angry man, standing, yelling, without warning: me seated, silent. I might as well have been 5 yrs old again. And he my father. I did just manage to say (sobbing): "I don't want anything. Stop trying. What were you expecting?" Now I still tiptoe around, anxious about his mood, feeling unsafe. Even though I know the "friend" I didn't know as well as I thought I did would certainly never hurt me.
A tough couple of weeks. Now my stressed body has made this association with my Dad, so much else is an issue. Locking & rechecking the bathroom door. Had to get curtains up so urgently. Hate it when my friend casually touches me, though we used to hug. Hate hearing his approaching footsteps near my room. He only wants to bring a cup of tea. Which I appreciate, but the space & privacy are more important just now.
He doesn't get PTSD AT ALL, but said he did before the move. Now I see he thought some home cooked meals, rest & a little TLC would fix me. Still thinks I can "choose" to be or not be stressed. I have made a terrible mistake. Money paid, lease signed. Gotta make it work somehow. And I came here for rest & peace!