Hello! I'm not sure where to start. I've been married to my husband for nearly a decade and I've never shared this before. My husband was abused by his mother and witnessed his father verbally and emotionally abusing his mother ( also, other abuse happened behind closed doors.) His mother left when he was a child and his father made it very difficult for him to see his mother at all for years. She was murdered by her second husband when he was in high school. Just recently that man died in prison.
My husband is a very intelligent and kind man. He is charming and brilliant and can be very sweet. He finally got diagnosed with PTSD a few years ago. He takes medication to help with nightmares and sleep paralysis and other medications for anxiety. The medication seems to help a bit. He seems less likely to get angry.
I'm really struggling because he frequently says that I don't love him, I don't understand him, I don't give him enough love and attention, I neglect him, I don't want to know him, I destroy his self-esteem, I don't give him the right kind of sexual attention, I hate him, I will leave him and take our children, AND I want him to kill himself. He also will hit himself in the head with his hand and try to grab my hands to make me hit him. This breaks my heart. I love him so very much. He is my best friend. I feel like no matter what I do or say it's never enough. I have very gently tried to suggest that no matter how much I love him, he needs to try to learn to love himself. That I will stand beside him every step of the way and that I will always be beside him... but I'm just a person... a very finite person. I can be his wife, but not his savior. When we first met he had a robust faith. Now he detests religion. I respect his right to change his convictions, but I wish he could put his trust in a God who loves him.
Last night he kept me up until 3am crying violently about how I never help him or support him, about how I don't understand his pain, about how I don't make him feel important... like he's not my first priority. He says I don't ask him enough about his pain and trauma. He says he wants to die so the pain will stop. I just rocked him and held him and cried and told him I love him, I'LL always be by his side, and that I'm sorry if I hurt him. I said please stay with me. You are so precious to me... and to the kids.
He has been saying 'you want me to kill myself' or threatening to hurt himself regularly since we were first engaged. I thought that over time he would be more sure of my love and loyalty and wouldn't need to act out that way. I realize how naive this was now. I have also driven myself to anxiety worrying that I had some sort of emotional problem that was making me cold or cruel in ways I couldn't perceive. I know now that one of the reasons he fell in love with me is my compassion. I was a professional crisis counselor and was trained to be a pastor.
He never does these things in front of the kids. He is a kind and loving father. This is like our own personal hell that rages when the lights turn off mostly.
I don't know if it's OK ethically to call his psychiatrist to tell her about his symptoms and the suicide threats. I just feel so alone. We have 5 kids 9 yo and under. I homeschool our kids and provide all of the discipline and emotional support for them and run a household and frequently need to be there for my alcoholic mother and clinically depressed father. I also have a chronic illness.
I'm trying to take better care of myself. Exercising every day, eating better, taking my meds, and trying to find small ways to fill my spirit everyday. I guess writing this is part of that. Sorry this is so long. Can any supporters relate? I need to know I'm not alone. Can anyone with PTSD help me understand how to help?
My husband is a very intelligent and kind man. He is charming and brilliant and can be very sweet. He finally got diagnosed with PTSD a few years ago. He takes medication to help with nightmares and sleep paralysis and other medications for anxiety. The medication seems to help a bit. He seems less likely to get angry.
I'm really struggling because he frequently says that I don't love him, I don't understand him, I don't give him enough love and attention, I neglect him, I don't want to know him, I destroy his self-esteem, I don't give him the right kind of sexual attention, I hate him, I will leave him and take our children, AND I want him to kill himself. He also will hit himself in the head with his hand and try to grab my hands to make me hit him. This breaks my heart. I love him so very much. He is my best friend. I feel like no matter what I do or say it's never enough. I have very gently tried to suggest that no matter how much I love him, he needs to try to learn to love himself. That I will stand beside him every step of the way and that I will always be beside him... but I'm just a person... a very finite person. I can be his wife, but not his savior. When we first met he had a robust faith. Now he detests religion. I respect his right to change his convictions, but I wish he could put his trust in a God who loves him.
Last night he kept me up until 3am crying violently about how I never help him or support him, about how I don't understand his pain, about how I don't make him feel important... like he's not my first priority. He says I don't ask him enough about his pain and trauma. He says he wants to die so the pain will stop. I just rocked him and held him and cried and told him I love him, I'LL always be by his side, and that I'm sorry if I hurt him. I said please stay with me. You are so precious to me... and to the kids.
He has been saying 'you want me to kill myself' or threatening to hurt himself regularly since we were first engaged. I thought that over time he would be more sure of my love and loyalty and wouldn't need to act out that way. I realize how naive this was now. I have also driven myself to anxiety worrying that I had some sort of emotional problem that was making me cold or cruel in ways I couldn't perceive. I know now that one of the reasons he fell in love with me is my compassion. I was a professional crisis counselor and was trained to be a pastor.
He never does these things in front of the kids. He is a kind and loving father. This is like our own personal hell that rages when the lights turn off mostly.
I don't know if it's OK ethically to call his psychiatrist to tell her about his symptoms and the suicide threats. I just feel so alone. We have 5 kids 9 yo and under. I homeschool our kids and provide all of the discipline and emotional support for them and run a household and frequently need to be there for my alcoholic mother and clinically depressed father. I also have a chronic illness.
I'm trying to take better care of myself. Exercising every day, eating better, taking my meds, and trying to find small ways to fill my spirit everyday. I guess writing this is part of that. Sorry this is so long. Can any supporters relate? I need to know I'm not alone. Can anyone with PTSD help me understand how to help?