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Sheila Maclean
Hi there, I think I know what you're going through, here's a bit of a story re a 67 year old PTSD sufferer.
My ex-neighbour and I became close over the course of 3 years. He lived with his partner of 16 years a few minutes walk from my house. The arrangement was not an intimate one and each had their own rooms. We grew close and he told me he had PTSD and the various incidents in his life which had caused it. Nothing was said but both of us were growing closer. He said he wanted to be 'normal' and come off his medication.
Then one day he said he loved me and had never felt like this before, despite his and my age. We had a few 'dates' and he discussed the prospect of getting a place of his own. We talked about holidays and breaks in Scotland, he was prone to getting into verbal arguments with people and one incident followed another.
After about 3 weeks without his medication he was 'not doing well' and his anger level was becoming evident. He started saying mean things to me which he had never done and blamed me for the slightest thing as though it was a massive incident. He was stood down from a volunteering job because of an angry outburst. A week later his partner threw him out because of his anger and arguing. He asked if I could drive him to his own house with some of his stuff. I was secretly glad as he was now 'free' to pursue our relationship, or so I thought.
For three weekends I ferried his books, clothes etc from his partner's house to his own house as he didn't drive. To save a journey he suggested I stay the night - which we had talked endlessly about 'when things were settled'. When his anxiety levels rose I begged him to go back to the doctor and get help, medication and psychologist/psychiatrist help.
Settled back in his own house he seemed to shy away from me. He asked if I had brought a nightie with me. I kinda thought...hmmmm...why would I need a nightie... Any love making I knew might not be straightforward because of his PDSA, we had talked about it and I said I was ok with this, it would take time and I was willing to wait for the right time. The second weekend I stayed, he took his dogs out a late night walk and was gone. I went to bed as it was getting late. After about an hour, say around 11.30pm I heard him come in. He didnt come upstairs straightaway but stayed downstairs for another hour. When he eventually came up to bed he got into bed and turned his back on me and stayed at the very edge of the bed. I asked him what was wrong and he said angrily he didn't want any confrontations. I replied gently saying it was just a question. He said quietly I love you but my anxiety is through the roof and I can't handle it. He eventually went to sleep leaving me confused and heartbroken. After everything we had said to each other, and done, this was how it was.
After that day he cut off all contact with me, two months later I have not heard from him, he is a facebook friend and always responded to any posts I put on, but now there is nothing. No Whatsapp texts (which used to go on all day). My daughter messaged him asking innocently if we had fallen out, he replied saying no, its just that I'm angry all the time and the only way I can handle it is to be on my own.
So the point of all this is, can you understand this kind of situation as someone who also has PTSD. How could someone I was so close to for 3 years and had plans for the future cut me out of his life, physically and mentally, so comprehensively. After my daughter messaged him he replied to me saying he was coming back to see his ex for a few days and would I like him to pop in but if not then that's ok.... I didnt' reply. He ghosted me, I felt utterly betrayed and can't see that I can ever trust him again and for my own emotional health I cannot risk this feeling of being used then dumped. I do not know what he can possibly say to me that will ever mend my broken heart. Can you relate to any of this story? I'd like to know why this romantic tactile man turned into the Ice Man in the space of a couple of weeks.
My ex-neighbour and I became close over the course of 3 years. He lived with his partner of 16 years a few minutes walk from my house. The arrangement was not an intimate one and each had their own rooms. We grew close and he told me he had PTSD and the various incidents in his life which had caused it. Nothing was said but both of us were growing closer. He said he wanted to be 'normal' and come off his medication.
Then one day he said he loved me and had never felt like this before, despite his and my age. We had a few 'dates' and he discussed the prospect of getting a place of his own. We talked about holidays and breaks in Scotland, he was prone to getting into verbal arguments with people and one incident followed another.
After about 3 weeks without his medication he was 'not doing well' and his anger level was becoming evident. He started saying mean things to me which he had never done and blamed me for the slightest thing as though it was a massive incident. He was stood down from a volunteering job because of an angry outburst. A week later his partner threw him out because of his anger and arguing. He asked if I could drive him to his own house with some of his stuff. I was secretly glad as he was now 'free' to pursue our relationship, or so I thought.
For three weekends I ferried his books, clothes etc from his partner's house to his own house as he didn't drive. To save a journey he suggested I stay the night - which we had talked endlessly about 'when things were settled'. When his anxiety levels rose I begged him to go back to the doctor and get help, medication and psychologist/psychiatrist help.
Settled back in his own house he seemed to shy away from me. He asked if I had brought a nightie with me. I kinda thought...hmmmm...why would I need a nightie... Any love making I knew might not be straightforward because of his PDSA, we had talked about it and I said I was ok with this, it would take time and I was willing to wait for the right time. The second weekend I stayed, he took his dogs out a late night walk and was gone. I went to bed as it was getting late. After about an hour, say around 11.30pm I heard him come in. He didnt come upstairs straightaway but stayed downstairs for another hour. When he eventually came up to bed he got into bed and turned his back on me and stayed at the very edge of the bed. I asked him what was wrong and he said angrily he didn't want any confrontations. I replied gently saying it was just a question. He said quietly I love you but my anxiety is through the roof and I can't handle it. He eventually went to sleep leaving me confused and heartbroken. After everything we had said to each other, and done, this was how it was.
After that day he cut off all contact with me, two months later I have not heard from him, he is a facebook friend and always responded to any posts I put on, but now there is nothing. No Whatsapp texts (which used to go on all day). My daughter messaged him asking innocently if we had fallen out, he replied saying no, its just that I'm angry all the time and the only way I can handle it is to be on my own.
So the point of all this is, can you understand this kind of situation as someone who also has PTSD. How could someone I was so close to for 3 years and had plans for the future cut me out of his life, physically and mentally, so comprehensively. After my daughter messaged him he replied to me saying he was coming back to see his ex for a few days and would I like him to pop in but if not then that's ok.... I didnt' reply. He ghosted me, I felt utterly betrayed and can't see that I can ever trust him again and for my own emotional health I cannot risk this feeling of being used then dumped. I do not know what he can possibly say to me that will ever mend my broken heart. Can you relate to any of this story? I'd like to know why this romantic tactile man turned into the Ice Man in the space of a couple of weeks.
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