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Anonymous00039
My husband was diagnosed with PTSD from severe prolonged childhood abuse shortly after we got married four years ago. Getting married seemed to act as a conduit for all of these memories to flood out. In a way, I guess it is flattering that he trusts me enough to let it come out. On the other hand, it has been very draining. I feel like we have the same fights over and over again, which is normal for most couples, except our fights are clouded with all the emotion of his PTSD. He needs a lot of affirmation and constantly desires to be told he is doing a good job. I don't mind fulfilling this need, but it is insatiable. Any hint that I am not 100% happy with what he is saying or how he is doing something and he becomes very internal (I call it zombie mode). We have learned to deal with this throughout our marriage. Thankfully, he has been very committed to therapy, until about six months ago when he quit because he didn't feel like he was making progress. We have both had difficult times in our lives and that is no different in our married life. In the past few years we have both felt the stress of lay-offs at work and struggled under severe debt caused by his Father's actions. A few months ago I started to lose hope that we would ever achieve our dream (living in a community and having good jobs that pay enough to survive). He is unemployed, but I have been able to keep a full time position (that doesn't pay enough). We live incredibly frugal. I hate my job and it is incredibly stressful work. Our apartment is dark and tiny and constantly a mess. Over Thanksgiving I became so depressed that I thought about killing myself. The only thing that snapped me out of it was thinking of my husband and parents. Tonight, my husband asked me some questions about why I have been upset lately and I shared with him that I had thought about ending my life. He immediately turned the conversation back on himself and what his father had done to him as a child. In a hysterical outburst, I told him that I really wish I had the energy to take care of him in his emotional needs or just react better than I was at the moment, but that I was just so emotionally broken that I couldn't take anymore. I walked into a different room and closed the door and cried for an hour. He came in and apologized and asked me to see a therapist. He realizes that I am in a dark place, but he doesn't know what to do. I don't expect him to fix my depression, but I wish for once he could've taken care of me in that moment. At least, helped me believe there would be a time without all our struggles. Can a PTSD spouse ever be an emotional support and take charge to pull the family through or should I just give up on this?