As the spouse of a 100% disabled vet suffering from severe combat PTSD and TBI it is easy to become angry about being the one that makes sure everything keeps functioning as it should… the laundry, the housework, the cooking, the finances, the kids, returning and making phone calls, doing the yard work (god forbid he goes outside where he may be spotted by the "enemy"), AND practically every other frickin thing that involves face-to-face interaction.
It often leaves me feeling swamped, overwhelmed, harboring fantasies of grabbing him by the throat and screaming "are you too fucking disabled, to fucking fold, a fucking t-shirt?"
And although those around me would say, "go seek help" I don't want to speak with a counselor or psychologist that would nod politely and recommend some "
good books" or "
helpful breathing techniques". What the hell do they know? Jack ***, believe me.
Do you know what I would really like? What would really help?
A night out with 3 or 4 other Mil Spouses (and a designated driver) slamming Tequila shots, bitching, complaining, sympathizing, crying, laughing, dancing, and comparing stories until we were 86'd from whatever bar we were at! But do you know how likely that is seeing as neither one of us has any friends, or how my leaving him home alone while I went out would make him feel? About as likely as him waking up one day saying "today's gonna be a good day!"
And for those of you that are offended by what I have to say... there's a small "x" in the corner of your screen. Use it!
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Posted
May 26 2010, 09:23 AM
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PTSD: A Soldier's Perspective