Still Proving Myself
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My husband and I are both former Marines, both Iraq vets, both with PTSD. I've finally started doing some real therapy work, as well as taking some low dose medications. I'm feeling better and seeing some improvements in myself. My husband is still active duty (now switched to the Navy), and is really really struggling. He's withdrawing, he's having episodes that are getting more severe, he is angry and irrational, he's behaving strangely at home, he snaps at total strangers, he avoids crowds, all the typical usual stuff we all go through and feel I suppose.
The problem is that he feels base mental health isn't taking him seriously. I can't tell whether he's telling the truth (and they're not taking him seriously), or if he's not taking them seriously (which wouldn't be out of character for him right now, given his behavior). I can't go to his command about his behavior at home without completely f*cking over his career. He can't get help he needs. He can't take medication in his current job or he loses his job. The kids are suffering. I'm suffering. He's suffering.
Tonight he got up abruptly, walked out the door, and emptied one of the large deck boxes we have out on the deck, climbed inside and shut the lid and refused to get out. He said that being inside the house was making his skin crawl. He doesn't like the sound of people moving about the house. He refused to come inside. He fell asleep out there, then woke up, came inside and is now on the floor of our small walk-in closet. When I came to check on him, he lit into me about the sound of people moving about the house and the leave him the hell alone. I haven't been upstairs to our bedroom since. I want to go to bed, but I don't want to set him off. I'm considering sleeping on the living room couch tonight.
If anybody has any ideas on how to deal with this, I'd sure love to hear them. I have my own problems and trying to deal with his too makes it hard to concentrate and come up with the right thing to do. I feel like I'm f*cking it all up.
The problem is that he feels base mental health isn't taking him seriously. I can't tell whether he's telling the truth (and they're not taking him seriously), or if he's not taking them seriously (which wouldn't be out of character for him right now, given his behavior). I can't go to his command about his behavior at home without completely f*cking over his career. He can't get help he needs. He can't take medication in his current job or he loses his job. The kids are suffering. I'm suffering. He's suffering.
Tonight he got up abruptly, walked out the door, and emptied one of the large deck boxes we have out on the deck, climbed inside and shut the lid and refused to get out. He said that being inside the house was making his skin crawl. He doesn't like the sound of people moving about the house. He refused to come inside. He fell asleep out there, then woke up, came inside and is now on the floor of our small walk-in closet. When I came to check on him, he lit into me about the sound of people moving about the house and the leave him the hell alone. I haven't been upstairs to our bedroom since. I want to go to bed, but I don't want to set him off. I'm considering sleeping on the living room couch tonight.
If anybody has any ideas on how to deal with this, I'd sure love to hear them. I have my own problems and trying to deal with his too makes it hard to concentrate and come up with the right thing to do. I feel like I'm f*cking it all up.