@apear1818 I totally get it and someone on here said to me to do what makes me feel better as long as it's not too excessive, multiple texts a day sort of thing. This is my first time going through this and I did exactly what you are doing. Texts ranged from freaking out, to taking it personally and getting defensive (before I knew anything about PTSD), to funny pics, to begging him to talk to me and saying I miss him so much.
I have forced myself down to 1 text a week the past 2 weeks, haven't spoken to him in almost 3 weeks. So I've basically texted him twice since we last spoke. It's so against my nature to ignore people so this is really hard for me to understand and put myself in his shoes. I came here for more information on both sides (sufferer and supporter) and it's helped but there are still so many unknowns and it's clear everyone handles their isolation differently. Last week I told him I still care and will be here and I'm not going anywhere and won't give up. No response. Today I feel like saying, "do you just want me out of your life for good or is this still temporary?? I need to know!" But I'm forcing myself to not reach out until it's been 7 days. This is literally the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with and although I've known him for a few years we only recently became close the past few months and I guess I fell hard and didn't see this coming. I hope he gets to a good place soon so we can catch up. I feel like I have so much in my life I want to share and can't. ?
This is always a hard month for me personally for some things I went through in the past and I just wish I had him around to talk to about anything. I always wonder if he misses me this much too but I am guessing I'm not even on his mind at all with all he's going through. I can't imagine trying to work and live life day to day with what they go through and how hard it can get sometimes. ?
Yes. Yes. Yes! I feel like I just re-read my own post... It sounds to me like we are in very similar situations.
I'm so so sorry that you're having to go through this, but I'm glad you've found this forum the first time around.
I remember how much of an absolute mess I was the first time he isolated (2 weeks), I didn't sleep or eat or really even take care of myself besides the bare minimum and I was a shell of a person. I have gotten better at dealing with it all since that time, but I definitely still have my moments.
For what it's worth, I'm so proud of you for limiting yourself to once a week texts... I know how hard that is! Keep it up and stay strong, we've got your back and are here for you <3
I have a REALLY hard time putting myself in those shoes as well as I'm not the ignoring type either; I'm also the type that likes answers as soon as possible. I don't understand it yet I'm trying to respect it.
I totally get wanting to share things about your life with him. At some point it affects you on more than just the relationship level; it feels like you've lost a piece of your support system that you used to rely on or even just a friend that you used to tell exciting news to. This has been a rough week for me as well and I really needed him to be there for me, but he wasn't.
Has he given you any response at all since he's isolated?
I wonder that as well. He has unfriended me off of Facebook, though I'm not sure why since I never contact him on there at all, but he still watches every single one of my snapchat stories. I know I've said this before, but this confuses the heck out of me. I want to badly to talk to him and I've reached out so many times and I get nothing back.. there is zero communication between us... but he will watch my damn snapchat stories? It's been like this for over two weeks and I don't know what to make of it.
On another note, I hate imagining what he might be going through his head, or what he might be feeling on a daily basis, and especially the scene of him in his apartment alone at night. After he is done isolating and I go to his apartment it looks like a hurricane hit and it's obvious that he's not taking care of himself during those times. Take out bags and candy wrappers everywhere, dirty clothes every where, a make shift bed on the living room floor, every single one of his guns in strategic places. It breaks my heart to see that.