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Freida
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Why are they normal with others but not with me?
I keep seeing this question and I think to myself...well duh. It makes perfect sense. Or - maybe that's just to me?
I have people in my life, but only a handful know that I have ptsd -- and none of them know the whole story. Which can be a problem when I forget who I have told what to. It's important to me that they don't know - because I don't think they can handle it. Good, bad, indifferent that may be, but I don't ever want them to see me like I see myself most times STILL even after years of therapy. I don't want them to see the pathetic whiner who did horrible things to survive. I don't want to ever have them have that picture of me in their head. I don't care that they think it will be ok. It wont. I know because I was there. It will change how they look at me. And I wont risk that.
So I monitor what I say. Constantly. I try my damnedest to hide my symptoms and act normal when I'm around even my closest supporters It never fools hubby but it can fool others. And really - that's what its all about. Hiding symptoms. With everyone
I know where to direct the conversation to avoid talking about me. I'm a great listener because then they aren't asking me questions. I have an entire library in my brain of fluffy topics that I can use to keep people engaged and yet keep them at a distance. And it's easy to do. I'm the person everyone likes to talk to, the "oh she was so nice" gal. And they have no idea I'm screaming inside my head. I'm that good. I've had many years of practice
I finally figured out that's what supporters are seeing. Their sufferer out in the world, engaged, laughing, being a person. Then they come home and barely communicate. Well duh. I can't do the fluffy topic thing with hubby, and I can't tell him about the horrible thoughts racing thru my mind, so the best thing to do is shut down (hide). And I know that hurts him. And its the hamster wheel from hell again. I can't tell him what I'm thinking, I can't fake it with him, I'm hurting him, I need to let him go....
and so on....
I keep seeing this question and I think to myself...well duh. It makes perfect sense. Or - maybe that's just to me?
I have people in my life, but only a handful know that I have ptsd -- and none of them know the whole story. Which can be a problem when I forget who I have told what to. It's important to me that they don't know - because I don't think they can handle it. Good, bad, indifferent that may be, but I don't ever want them to see me like I see myself most times STILL even after years of therapy. I don't want them to see the pathetic whiner who did horrible things to survive. I don't want to ever have them have that picture of me in their head. I don't care that they think it will be ok. It wont. I know because I was there. It will change how they look at me. And I wont risk that.
So I monitor what I say. Constantly. I try my damnedest to hide my symptoms and act normal when I'm around even my closest supporters It never fools hubby but it can fool others. And really - that's what its all about. Hiding symptoms. With everyone
I know where to direct the conversation to avoid talking about me. I'm a great listener because then they aren't asking me questions. I have an entire library in my brain of fluffy topics that I can use to keep people engaged and yet keep them at a distance. And it's easy to do. I'm the person everyone likes to talk to, the "oh she was so nice" gal. And they have no idea I'm screaming inside my head. I'm that good. I've had many years of practice
I finally figured out that's what supporters are seeing. Their sufferer out in the world, engaged, laughing, being a person. Then they come home and barely communicate. Well duh. I can't do the fluffy topic thing with hubby, and I can't tell him about the horrible thoughts racing thru my mind, so the best thing to do is shut down (hide). And I know that hurts him. And its the hamster wheel from hell again. I can't tell him what I'm thinking, I can't fake it with him, I'm hurting him, I need to let him go....
and so on....