For every one of the six long years since PTSD became a part of our lives, I truly believed I was helping my husband. I thought that, with every suggestion I made to him and every frustration I withheld from him, I was being a supportive wife and a compassionate partner. But when I finally … Continue reading The Boundaries I Needed to Create Alongside My Husband’s PTSD, and How I Enforce Them
I've been married for eleven years, and not one of those years has been an easy one. Even before PTSD became a part of our lives, marriage was hard work. But it was always worth the effort. In the early years I would often wonder about other marriages. Did they have the same fights as … Continue reading When Marriages Crumble Under the Ongoing Strain of PTSD
His outbursts were starting to come out of nowhere. His anger was getting unbearable. I didn't realise it at the time, but I had begun walking on eggshells, every single day. So when we discovered that my husband's changing behaviour had a rational reason, it was something of a relief. Post traumatic stress disorder. PTSD. I was under no … Continue reading How I Stopped Enabling my Husband with PTSD, and Started Supporting Him
There was once a time in my life that PTSD were just four innocent letters of the alphabet. Put together, my medical books told me these letters described a condition called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The textbooks explained the nature of psychological injuries. They described the ensuing depression, anxiety, sleep disturbances, hypervigilance, and substance abuse. They outlined … Continue reading You Have Found Me Because PTSD Has Found You
The late afternoon sun is blinding. I have to shut my eyes against the glare, though I don't bother moving my chair away from the fierce rays. It is, at best, a mediocre excuse in case my kids happen to notice that I'm crying. They don't. They're having too much fun playing mermaid and pirate … Continue reading Reflecting on the End of a Chapter Scarred by PTSD
Sometimes you can feel the change in the air while the sun still shines. You see the colours shift in the sky, the clouds getting darker, growing heavier. Sometimes you hear the distant low rumbles long before the storm hits. And then, when you see the first flash of lightning, you know that the storm … Continue reading Desperately Trying to Forecast the Wild Storms of PTSD
The clerk at the post office gives me a strange look as she processes my paperwork. A look I've seen before. One that outwardly appears politely positive, but inwardly hides her surprise, her puzzlement, and her questions. Because when you live in such a sought-after coastal town, a town that people from all over the country flock to for their … Continue reading No-One Can Run Away from Their Problems, so Why Are We Packing up Our Life?