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Freida
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It is sad to say, but his viewpoint actually makes perfect sense to me. The whole - I love you /I hate you/ Stay with me/ Go away thing? yea. been there. And yep -there are days I hate hubby for supporting me. How dare he?! Then I range from I'm ok being on my own and I don't need you to why aren't you doing your share and taking care of me on pretty much a daily basis.
PTSD (for me at least) is about surprises and safety. I don't like to be surprised so I have back up plans for my backup plans. And that always revolves around safety and the ability to escape. If something were to happen to me and I couldn't control those two things I would be a raving bitch because I would be so afraid of what was going to happen next. It wouldn't matter who is doing the caretaking. I would resent the shit out of them because they were a constant reminder that I had failed in being able to keep myself safe. I took 4 months just to decide to quit my job after I was put on disability because the idea of losing that independence is so terrifying. Plus, I feel horribly guilty because I was the main earner in our home and now he has to stay at a job he hates. And I feel bad for the days when I am mean to him just because I'm losing my mind, or we can't go somewhere because I'm losing my mind, or we have to drag my service dog with us everywhere because, wait for it, I'm losing my mind.
Its funny as I go back and re-read your post and then my answer to think how much more sense his version makes to me than yours does. I look at his and think... well duh. I look at yours and think.... huh?. Even though I like yours more.....
PTSD (for me at least) is about surprises and safety. I don't like to be surprised so I have back up plans for my backup plans. And that always revolves around safety and the ability to escape. If something were to happen to me and I couldn't control those two things I would be a raving bitch because I would be so afraid of what was going to happen next. It wouldn't matter who is doing the caretaking. I would resent the shit out of them because they were a constant reminder that I had failed in being able to keep myself safe. I took 4 months just to decide to quit my job after I was put on disability because the idea of losing that independence is so terrifying. Plus, I feel horribly guilty because I was the main earner in our home and now he has to stay at a job he hates. And I feel bad for the days when I am mean to him just because I'm losing my mind, or we can't go somewhere because I'm losing my mind, or we have to drag my service dog with us everywhere because, wait for it, I'm losing my mind.
Its funny as I go back and re-read your post and then my answer to think how much more sense his version makes to me than yours does. I look at his and think... well duh. I look at yours and think.... huh?. Even though I like yours more.....