I feel like I'm always desperately searching for someone who understands me.
Everytime I have tried to explain it to either a boyfriend (at the time) or a friend, I have never felt understood. It has resulted in the boyfriends leaving me and also in some cases, friends either disappearing completely or just becoming aquaintences.
The couple of friends who have stood by me (when I've told them I have PTSD from rape), still don't understand, they tend to concentrate on distracting me, taking me out etc, but don't ever want to talk about it.
I have had 3 people in my (real) life, who I feel have understood me. One died, another let me down big time, and we no longer have contact, and the other left me also.
The only friends who have ever understood me, are friends that I have met online, who also have PTSD from similar circumstances.
I find it really tough going on my own, and would really like to have someone in my life who understood.
I find it hard, when I confess all, but people don't understand. I feel like they look at me as though I'm crazy or something. So then I have to put on my 'happy mask', pretend that all is well, and continue my life of lies. Any type of 'mental illness' caries a stigma, be that with friends, relatives, or work, etc. You can try to educate others, but unless they have been there, or know someone who has, it seems to fall on deaf ears.