I've had two major "woulda-been-forever" relationships tank because of my emotional damage stemming from my PTSD. In both cases, I told my partners that I had issues. They understood in some very limited, clinical way, but really couldn't ever wrap their heads around the reality. I come to this forum and I read about all of these sufferers who have... spouses?! My head explodes.
Maybe it's a generational or socio-economic grouping issue... but the people I encounter are entirely unwilling to put up with issues/sensitivities if it hinders their notion of a stress-free uncomplicated life.
I'm not ready to date again, my last relationship may have just killed any chance of me ever connecting again... but I'm curious: where do you meet people that ARE compassionate and understanding? I realize we don't all like to broadcast "I have mental health issues" on the front page of a dating profile. It RARELY comes up in the first, oh, eighty conversations you have with someone... Some of us keep our diagnoses to ourselves--but we don't fool anyone. Our disorder brings emotional quirks that, unless explained, make us relationship incompatible.
Sometimes, I think it'd be nice to meet a woman with PTSD if for no other reason than the mutual understanding it could bring. Of course, I also realize that with two people bringing not inconsequential baggage to the table, it could more likely than not end up as a spectacular disaster.
Maybe it's a generational or socio-economic grouping issue... but the people I encounter are entirely unwilling to put up with issues/sensitivities if it hinders their notion of a stress-free uncomplicated life.
I'm not ready to date again, my last relationship may have just killed any chance of me ever connecting again... but I'm curious: where do you meet people that ARE compassionate and understanding? I realize we don't all like to broadcast "I have mental health issues" on the front page of a dating profile. It RARELY comes up in the first, oh, eighty conversations you have with someone... Some of us keep our diagnoses to ourselves--but we don't fool anyone. Our disorder brings emotional quirks that, unless explained, make us relationship incompatible.
Sometimes, I think it'd be nice to meet a woman with PTSD if for no other reason than the mutual understanding it could bring. Of course, I also realize that with two people bringing not inconsequential baggage to the table, it could more likely than not end up as a spectacular disaster.