My sufferer has been expressing that he's been unable to find joy or happiness in pretty much anything. We discussed all of his hobbies, things that he used to enjoy doing... and all he could do was complain about them and what a pain in the butt they are to actually do.
Without giving away his hobbies, I'll use an example of my own. I love to paint. Assuming he liked (past tense) to paint too, his post-Afghanistan response has changed from "Oh, I love creating, and sitting alone in the silence painting a picture, and I find so much peacefulness in the process!" to something like this: "OMG, it is such a pain in the arse to paint now! You have to prime the freakin' canvas. And get the right colors, and wash the dang brushes in between colors. Do you know what a pain that is?! Ugggggh, so annoying! The only reason I do it is for the end product, but the whole process of painting is horrible!"
This is definitely a new development, but it sounds more like depression than PTSD? I mean, "not enjoying things you once did" sounds like an infomercial for an anti-depressant, right?
Can anyone relate to this?
Without giving away his hobbies, I'll use an example of my own. I love to paint. Assuming he liked (past tense) to paint too, his post-Afghanistan response has changed from "Oh, I love creating, and sitting alone in the silence painting a picture, and I find so much peacefulness in the process!" to something like this: "OMG, it is such a pain in the arse to paint now! You have to prime the freakin' canvas. And get the right colors, and wash the dang brushes in between colors. Do you know what a pain that is?! Ugggggh, so annoying! The only reason I do it is for the end product, but the whole process of painting is horrible!"
This is definitely a new development, but it sounds more like depression than PTSD? I mean, "not enjoying things you once did" sounds like an infomercial for an anti-depressant, right?
Can anyone relate to this?