DaretoDreamNew Contributor
Processing change and kerbing resentment
My partner and I have been together for 4 years, friends for a long time before that. He is a beautiful man and has so many generous lovely qualities. He has been in the Army for over 30 years. I am not a seasoned defence partner but did relocate for his last posting interstate. I was somewhat aware of his vulnerabilities with history of depression/ptsd and the impact that has had on his previous relationships/marriage and relationships with his children, two of who remain estranged. My previous relationship though only 3 years was very toxic and emotionally abusive and has had a significant impact on my extended family relationships so we both have “baggage” so to speak. I sought extensive counselling using a range of modalities prior to and also within this relationship. When ever we have experienced conflict, both my partner and myself have been quick to feel and think that its “my stuff” “my insecurities” “ my lack of self worth” and something I need to get better at. Fast forward to now and not long ago my partner one day just couldnt go to work.. and long story short the full impact of ptsd and what he had been dealing with internally was laid out bare. I would be lying if I said I knew even a partial layer of what lie beneath- I really had no idea and I guess thats how it works right? An often unseen internal streetfight. My partner is now in the process of medical transition out and he is getting some amazing support which I know he and essentially we are lucky to have. The volatile behaviour/mood changes/ is still a rollercoaster and Im struggling. I feel resentful that so many times this has been the case and its been deflected back to me and while I have gained a great deal from my own therapy, the realisation that this wasnt always “my stuff” creates sadness and a bit of self loathing if Im honest because I feel I can't trust my instincts or myself. As I gain awareness of ptsd as an illness I feel some of the behaviours/mood swings/stuff that I tolerate is a daily moral conflict because they go against my values and if it was my daughter Id say “run away as fast as you can”. But I dont run and I dont want to run. I feel so alone because I dont feel many people understand the complexity and certainly wouldnt speak to my mum about it because she would say exactly what I would say to my daughters. Does it ever get easier?