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- Oct 5, 2011
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I've recently been diagnosed with PTSD (October) and whilst going through some counselling through work had convinced myself that I was a lot stronger than I really was. I just about held it together for two weeks on the return to work program (two hours a night) and a sudden upset in my relationship with my partner had me running out the door in a state. The argument centred around both my condition and her own emotional difficulties, which creates obvious issues in our home life and has worsened over the past 6 months.
I ended up at the local A+E and was assessed by a duty psychiatrist, who sent me to a mental health recovery unit. I was there for a few days until I started to find my feet again (they were brilliant by the way). But on my return to our home I walked straight back into the kind of anger and upset that I was hoping to avoid. For my part, I absolutely accept my condition is difficult to deal with for those close to me and was in the process of arranging home visits to alleviate the pressure on those I love. My partner has had a very emotionally unstable upbringing and finds communication difficult, and disagreements can often provoke anger. I would love her to get help as I have done, but she tends to push people away. It's absolutely heartbreaking at times. So many people see our best side as a happy loving couple, but are unaware of the struggles we both face.
I called my helpline (who are part of the care team) and they told me to leave the house and get somewhere safe. So I'm now at my parent's house feeling shattered. Stability seems to elude me. I'm middle aged, with PTSD, losing my home, looking down the barrel of another ruined relationship. I'm lucky to have an employer that supports me, along with my folks and a handful of friends (they have been pure gold to me). Though right now I feel on my knees.
I ended up at the local A+E and was assessed by a duty psychiatrist, who sent me to a mental health recovery unit. I was there for a few days until I started to find my feet again (they were brilliant by the way). But on my return to our home I walked straight back into the kind of anger and upset that I was hoping to avoid. For my part, I absolutely accept my condition is difficult to deal with for those close to me and was in the process of arranging home visits to alleviate the pressure on those I love. My partner has had a very emotionally unstable upbringing and finds communication difficult, and disagreements can often provoke anger. I would love her to get help as I have done, but she tends to push people away. It's absolutely heartbreaking at times. So many people see our best side as a happy loving couple, but are unaware of the struggles we both face.
I called my helpline (who are part of the care team) and they told me to leave the house and get somewhere safe. So I'm now at my parent's house feeling shattered. Stability seems to elude me. I'm middle aged, with PTSD, losing my home, looking down the barrel of another ruined relationship. I'm lucky to have an employer that supports me, along with my folks and a handful of friends (they have been pure gold to me). Though right now I feel on my knees.