Kissing My Teeth
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I'm still Kissing My Teeth, shaking my head in disbelief just thinking about and trying to make sense of it all...
PTSD???
Or is this, could this, really be that I am an egotistical, self centered, violent, no good for nothing, ticking time bomb loser that is only capable of administering and inflicting pain, suffering, hurt and drama to Everyone around me with no regard of consequences?
As a recently diagnosed PTSD sufferer, a father, and a husband, I've single handedly destroyed my family and marriage. I really had no complaints of my wife contrary to what schupidness came out of my mouth during an "episode". She's always been there bending over backwards for me all the time. Accepting, coping and understanding my PTSD.
After enduring a lot of verbally abusive fights and break ups, we decided to see a psychologist, of course against my willingness to follow through with this, but our relationship was at stake and we needed to find the root cause of the fights. It was diagnosed that most of it was me, I was diagnosed with PTSD.
Everything started to make sense now, because the person that I had become, is completely and totally different from the person I was. My wife and family not to mention recovery of myself was priority, so swallowing whatever pride I thought I had to not going to start seeing a "shrink" meant nothing to me at all.
Things eventually started getting better, looking brighter, I was for the most part starting to be able to detect triggers and react accordingly. Isolating and withdrawing myself on my own, without incidents ,was more and more frequent. Break ups and verbal abuse was less too. Mind you, not completely diminished ... We still had a lot of fights, just not as much, or intense.
We decided to get married and have a child together, all while still coping and dealing with PTSD episodes.
A few months ago, I had a surgery that left me dependent on heavy narcotic medications, which incidentally, I don't like to take because mixing that with PTSD is definitely not a favorable cocktail. Long story short, I ended up having to start taking the meds again as a result of excruciating pain. Which the side effects mixed in with the PTSD spelled disaster and chaos. I felt it coming, even warned everyone, made arrangements to get out the house and stay at moms.... I just didn't get out of there fast enough :-( :-(
For her, that last episode was the last straw, most likely a few straws over due. The worst part of the whole scenario is, I don't remember any of what I was accused of doing or saying. But I apparently pulled down a shelf and bulldozed everything in my path and threatened to kill her and not to mention a divorce ?
I don't blame her or anyone in that situation for calling police and securing her safety regardless if the threats are to believed to be true or not. My wife or any supporter shouldn't have to go through that. I worry about my wife and our children and the stress and heartache that I have imposed on them and their life.
I really really miss them and wished that none of this had happened. I hate myself and feel so horrible about everything and all the relationships that it has ruined, not only between her and myself, but with our children, families, friends, everyone is involved :-(
I have come to terms accepting and really am ok that our relationship is over, as I do hope and believe that she will end up with someone that can truly make her happy as I can not. What I'm struggling with is not the fact that she wants nothing to do with me, but it restricts me from seeing our children. I just want an amicable friendship at the very least for the sake of our friendship. However, I can understand her fears of safety from someone threatening to kill her.
Since then, I have been reinstated with my psychologist,
(We had a 2month stretch of no sessions as a result of her and a surgery) still on going with programs, forums and peer support groups too. But none of which made such any significant difference or pose a wake up call or reality check like being forced away from my family did !
I am extremely remorseful, hurt, disheveled, lost and embarrassed but a little too late to realize that now.
However, this is the first time that I have actually felt anything in way of apologetic ??
My question is why is it that us sufferers don't fu--ing get it until we've lost it? Why is it that we all say the same hurtful sh-t and always threaten with the break ups? Why is it that we are unable to have feelings?
I'm sorry to say, but Im a big and tough intimidating looking guy but I want to have those feelings, I want to be able to express those feeling too....
I would give everything I ever had and everything that I ever will, to just be able to look into my wife's eyes, tell her I love her like I mean it with feelings, heart and emotion, even a fu--ing tear of joy or sadness in my eye, wrap my arms around her, let her head bury into my shoulder and emotionally feel, share and support each other's grief knowing that from here on in, everything is going to be alright.
Why is that we only feel that AFTER the fact? Then in most cases, not even 1week later, we find ourself in that exact same fu--ing situation? It came to a point that I didn't want to apologize anymore. Not because I wasn't sorry, of course I was, but because I felt like a failure yet again. It was just a matter of time before it happened again and I had no control over it :-(
But now, after being away from my family, unfortunately, but proactively, feels different!
I feel as if it was the wake up call that I much much much needed for my recovery !!!
I just want a chance to prove it now, although as wrong as I can be .....
Really? What do I, or my family have to lose ..... NO?
PTSD???
Or is this, could this, really be that I am an egotistical, self centered, violent, no good for nothing, ticking time bomb loser that is only capable of administering and inflicting pain, suffering, hurt and drama to Everyone around me with no regard of consequences?
As a recently diagnosed PTSD sufferer, a father, and a husband, I've single handedly destroyed my family and marriage. I really had no complaints of my wife contrary to what schupidness came out of my mouth during an "episode". She's always been there bending over backwards for me all the time. Accepting, coping and understanding my PTSD.
After enduring a lot of verbally abusive fights and break ups, we decided to see a psychologist, of course against my willingness to follow through with this, but our relationship was at stake and we needed to find the root cause of the fights. It was diagnosed that most of it was me, I was diagnosed with PTSD.
Everything started to make sense now, because the person that I had become, is completely and totally different from the person I was. My wife and family not to mention recovery of myself was priority, so swallowing whatever pride I thought I had to not going to start seeing a "shrink" meant nothing to me at all.
Things eventually started getting better, looking brighter, I was for the most part starting to be able to detect triggers and react accordingly. Isolating and withdrawing myself on my own, without incidents ,was more and more frequent. Break ups and verbal abuse was less too. Mind you, not completely diminished ... We still had a lot of fights, just not as much, or intense.
We decided to get married and have a child together, all while still coping and dealing with PTSD episodes.
A few months ago, I had a surgery that left me dependent on heavy narcotic medications, which incidentally, I don't like to take because mixing that with PTSD is definitely not a favorable cocktail. Long story short, I ended up having to start taking the meds again as a result of excruciating pain. Which the side effects mixed in with the PTSD spelled disaster and chaos. I felt it coming, even warned everyone, made arrangements to get out the house and stay at moms.... I just didn't get out of there fast enough :-( :-(
For her, that last episode was the last straw, most likely a few straws over due. The worst part of the whole scenario is, I don't remember any of what I was accused of doing or saying. But I apparently pulled down a shelf and bulldozed everything in my path and threatened to kill her and not to mention a divorce ?
I don't blame her or anyone in that situation for calling police and securing her safety regardless if the threats are to believed to be true or not. My wife or any supporter shouldn't have to go through that. I worry about my wife and our children and the stress and heartache that I have imposed on them and their life.
I really really miss them and wished that none of this had happened. I hate myself and feel so horrible about everything and all the relationships that it has ruined, not only between her and myself, but with our children, families, friends, everyone is involved :-(
I have come to terms accepting and really am ok that our relationship is over, as I do hope and believe that she will end up with someone that can truly make her happy as I can not. What I'm struggling with is not the fact that she wants nothing to do with me, but it restricts me from seeing our children. I just want an amicable friendship at the very least for the sake of our friendship. However, I can understand her fears of safety from someone threatening to kill her.
Since then, I have been reinstated with my psychologist,
(We had a 2month stretch of no sessions as a result of her and a surgery) still on going with programs, forums and peer support groups too. But none of which made such any significant difference or pose a wake up call or reality check like being forced away from my family did !
I am extremely remorseful, hurt, disheveled, lost and embarrassed but a little too late to realize that now.
However, this is the first time that I have actually felt anything in way of apologetic ??
My question is why is it that us sufferers don't fu--ing get it until we've lost it? Why is it that we all say the same hurtful sh-t and always threaten with the break ups? Why is it that we are unable to have feelings?
I'm sorry to say, but Im a big and tough intimidating looking guy but I want to have those feelings, I want to be able to express those feeling too....
I would give everything I ever had and everything that I ever will, to just be able to look into my wife's eyes, tell her I love her like I mean it with feelings, heart and emotion, even a fu--ing tear of joy or sadness in my eye, wrap my arms around her, let her head bury into my shoulder and emotionally feel, share and support each other's grief knowing that from here on in, everything is going to be alright.
Why is that we only feel that AFTER the fact? Then in most cases, not even 1week later, we find ourself in that exact same fu--ing situation? It came to a point that I didn't want to apologize anymore. Not because I wasn't sorry, of course I was, but because I felt like a failure yet again. It was just a matter of time before it happened again and I had no control over it :-(
But now, after being away from my family, unfortunately, but proactively, feels different!
I feel as if it was the wake up call that I much much much needed for my recovery !!!
I just want a chance to prove it now, although as wrong as I can be .....
Really? What do I, or my family have to lose ..... NO?