This post was submitted by a site visitor and refers to signs and problems that we, as a family, encountered with PTSD once de-mobilization came and went. Again, this has been based on my husband’s experience; not every soldier will experience the same symptoms. While some of the symptoms will be the same, many will differ from soldier to soldier.
The most confusing aspect, I think, of PTSD is not knowing what accompanies this disorder. More than likely, if you are a spouse or family member, you already know from firsthand experience that your soldier is having issues.
What does all this entail? No one knows unless you are already familiar with it or have been diagnosed. Although the military gives you a short list of “what you might expect,” sometimes it’s nice to know all the symptoms so you are better prepared.
This alleviates that “deer caught in the headlight look” when one of these symptoms shows up.
I want to reiterate that the military did not give me a user-friendly manual, so I did all of these I experienced myself, with no prior knowledge of the subject.
I have been to the Army sites, Mayo Mental Health Clinic, and many PTSD resource sites searching high and low for answers, but the best I can offer you is experience and put it into layman’s terms we can all relate to and understand.
We, dear readers, will compare our scars. Some of which we were informed “could happen,” and some they failed to mention.
What I think is funny is that the military gives you this hypothetical “this might happen to you” scenario but in jargon that most people don’t understand.
I am a smart cookie, college educated, and a reader, but I still didn’t understand most of what they told us.
Yellow Ribbon ceremonies were not something we had the luxury of during this time, but I can say, having been to several as an FRG leader, they are only touching the tip of the iceberg. As we have learned from history, the tips of an iceberg can sink whole ships.
I like how they give you one- or two-word explanations of flashbacks, hyperarousal, numbness, and avoidance, leaving you thinking, “Uh huh, got it.”
Then you are facing all this, and it’s more like, “I wasn’t paying attention!”. Now it’s not that you weren’t paying attention intentionally, it’s just that you have homecoming on the brain, and that’s all you can think of.
If you don’t have a full explanation of these terms, you are pretty much left in the dark, and it’s a little too late to be prepared.
Flashbacks or Intrusive Memories
Well, this one is self-explanatory, and although I haven’t been able to witness it firsthand because I am not psychic, it simply means reliving the traumatic moment for minutes or days at a time.
My husband told me it was like having a digital camera in his head, flipping through those moments repeatedly. Some smells can come back to haunt him, and sometimes sound…all as hallucinations.
Sometimes he can think of other things and clear his head; other times, he can’t seem to rid his mind of anything but those horrific images.
This one is hard to deal with because my husband suddenly has them with no warnings, sweats profusely, and can become very agitated.
Simple things like a car backfiring or sudden popping noises can send him on a downward spiral fast. The smell or sight of blood also causes his serious issues with flashbacks.
Upsetting Dreams/Nightmares/Night Terrors
Through nightmares, my husband has said he has relived moments of terror for many nights after he came home.
Most of which I could make out, some of which I realized what had happened after speaking to one of his fellow members about some things that happened over there after the fact.
In this discussion, I realized then what my husband was screaming about or mumbling about in his sleep.
I have witnessed one-sided conversations, screaming in the middle of the night, moaning and groaning, yelling for his privates and specialists to “bunker down” or fussing at them for not listening.
Then we have the bloodcurdling scream of terror, which can scare the hair off your head if you are deep asleep!
I have learned that he can be pretty violent in his sleep and have suffered my share of bruises.
Waking him up from these can be a job, too, as most of the time, he is so into it that it’s hard to rouse him awake. I can say now, after some heavy dosing of Trazadone (most commonly used for nightmares in PTSD), that I can have a halfway decent night’s sleep.
The only doctor I can relate to is Dr. Seuss, so I can’t define and understand what avoidance is.
According to the Mayo Clinic, avoidance includes: “Trying to avoid thinking or talking about traumatic events, feeling emotionally numb, avoiding activities they once enjoyed, hopelessness about the future, memory problems, trouble concentrating, difficulty maintaining close relationships.”
Well, that beat my initial thought of avoidance as being just the avoidance of family.
Open communication doesn’t happen in our marriage – not for the duration of our marriage, but especially since he has been home. It’s not just about avoiding war-related topics; it’s pretty much anything and everything.
The most we talk about is what he might want for supper that evening or perhaps the latest about his mother if he listens to me long enough to rant.
I have no idea what is going on with my husband’s life. What a shame, huh?
Considering this used to be my best friend, we shared everything.
He avoids large crowds, crowded small places, family, me, and the list could just keep going.
Every once in a blue moon, my PTSD Vet will relay information on his Iraq ventures to me.
What he has told me has left me horrified and shocked, so I can understand why most of them don’t want to talk about it.
Oh yeah. What irritates me about the military’s “maybe/might/possibly” definition is that it doesn’t quite explain the lengths to which this numbness goes. He doesn’t care about anything or anyone. Period.
He doesn’t care what he says, how he hurts people, how he lets them down. He doesn’t care if he hurts himself or any consequences of his actions.
He doesn’t even try to act as if he cares. That’s not emotionally numbing, Uncle Sam; it’s emotional death.
It’s the end of my old husband and friend. It’s an empty shell of a person with no heart and conscience.
They don’t feel anything, don’t care about anything, and feel nothing.
The most common complaint of combat PTSD veterans is that they know they should feel something but can’t.
Their minds have lost that hardwire to be capable of feeling. The soldier might go through the motions of saying what you want to hear, but do they feel apologetic?
Do they feel love and happiness? Nada on all the above. They are just there.
You will come to see me refer to my combat PTSD veteran with many names – some nice and some not so nice. “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” “Pod Person,” and “Empty Shell Man” are my three nice ones.
They all describe the situations and moods my husband has.
“Pod Person” best fits this description because they left a normal person and came home like something from outer space where an alien has switched them with a pod person.
They sound like themselves and look like their old selves, but inside, it’s just walking empty zombies.
Avoiding Activities THAT He Once Enjoyed
Let’s revamp that phrase. Let’s add that he avoids all family members and work buddies, loses interest in fishing (which was his all-time favorite pastime), wastes time in his garage, and, of course, doesn’t spend any time with his wife or kids.
This has to be one of the hardest things to deal with because most of the time, the spouse or significant other feels it’s them, and trust me, talk about a slap to the old self-esteem!
The only activity I can say my husband still enjoys and doesn’t avoid is football. Any football. With football fanatics, we could have a nuclear meltdown outside, and the world could be lost, but as long as football is still on television, it’s all good.
I sometimes come across things purchased as hobby items, some never used but once or twice, and it saddens me because he has lost so much interest in everything.
Hopelessness About the Future
I can honestly say I don’t understand this one, and perhaps in my situation, this is the only one that has me stumped as far as a layman’s definition.
I know he hasn’t mentioned school, growing old, concerns that we have a pre-teen on our hands, driving lessons to deal with soon, or college plans…nothing.
He says he has nothing to look forward to and doesn’t want to.
We used to sit and discuss how we would live up here on this ol’ mountain, discussing our dentures and hoping the grandchildren raise a white flag before coming up the driveway, so pappy doesn’t shoot.
That comforting rocking chair of a future holds no place with him anymore.
Most couples can look forward to growing old together, sharing the memories, or what can be with our children, but my vet doesn’t have an interest in any of it.
In the beginning, when I first heard this term, I thought it pertained to sex! Naturally, after researching (insert blush here), I realized that it had nothing to do with that!
The best way I can define this is when your vet comes home and sleeps with his gun. Perhaps he wakes up and reaches for his gun.
Constantly watching behind his back as if something is going to walk up behind him, entering a room and sitting with his back against the wall, or fear of coming up on a corner on a street where he can’t see around it.
I have also seen my husband walk into a place and immediately scout out all exits, carefully looking around the place for “out of place” patrons or suspicious characters.
Simply put, the vet is always on guard at any place.
They can’t seem to relax, and they don’t seem to understand they do not have the same potential threats as they did overseas.
Memory Problems and Trouble Concentrating
His memory seems to have gone MIA somewhere between Iraq and Tennessee.
Still looking for it, but I am slowly losing hope that it will be found. I used to think he was so preoccupied with other things that he would forget…but it’s getting worse, and the more I think about it, the more I see it in everyday things.
Some days it’s just forgetting what I told him to pick up at the store or simply forgetting family obligations or promises made.
It can be appointments, work days, or medications. “I forgot” seems to be a daily statement from my husband and sometimes can be the most infuriating aspect of PTSD, especially when something is important.
Most of the time it’s like dealing with someone who has ADD. We later determined that my husband was suffering from Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI), which can also add to the severe memory loss.
Double Whammy for us, and all I can do is pin a note to his shirt and hope he gets to where he needs to be.
Much of my time is spent reminding him to take showers, shave, take his medicine, eat and even get up and go to bed.
Difficulty Maintaining Close Relationships
Ain’t that de truth! Seriously….who thinks of this stuff?
Should this even be a number in this classification of symptoms?
Looking at the top signs listed here, one could ascertain that holding down a committed relationship would be quite hard, perhaps not just for the person with PTSD but for the significant other!
I have learned that the vet will often push aside their spouse and destroy everything in their path.
I don’t think it’s intentional; it just somehow happens.
I think they intentionally punish themselves out of guilt and frustration, and we, as the family, are just too good for them in their minds.
It’s easier to lash out and push away than it is to try to cope with what’s going on in their heads.
Anger and Resentment:
It can be any little thing or a big thing.
I find that he is angry about everything most of the time. I’m not always sure what it is about, and sometimes the anger is geared toward me.
I wonder, “What did I do wrong this time?” This happens weekly and daily when it’s at its peak.
I find that sometimes I feel he resents me for being here. Resentful that he has children, resentment towards the military, resentment towards the air he breathes.
In the almost four years with my PTSD vet, I have learned that we, as spouses/significant others, are just scapegoats.
Often they don’t realize they are being so nasty or mean; other times, they black out and are unaware of anything, period.
Perhaps guilt stems from their anger; maybe it’s because a deeper part of them realizes they lost so much of themselves in the white sands of Camel Country.
This anger can turn into emotional outbursts, volatile behavior, and aggressiveness, so be cautious.
This was the first time I knew something was wrong the first few days he was home.
He would fall asleep, and then when he was deeply asleep, the games would begin.
Sometimes it was yelling out or kicking. Other times I would wake up after feeling movement and find he was standing on the bed trying to work with what reminded me of control buttons, invisible on the ceiling.
How this over 6’5″ man detoured the ceiling fan that was going on every night continuously amazed me.
Other times he was walking around the bedroom and the rest of the house, looking for someone, although I never caught his name.
Other times, he would wake me up, grab me, and curse at me. Scared me to death!
Getting woke up out of the blue and finding this pod person standing over you and cussing you doesn’t say, “Good morning, sunshine!”
The hitting and the kicking were just about too much for me.
One night, I woke up, and he started yelling about someone not paying attention. When I tried to gently wake him up and say, “Honey, it’s me,” I got his hands wrapped around my neck and called all sorts of names.
Once, I hit him back and said, “Dammit, let go!” He stopped, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I never told him about that night, not knowing if 1. he would believe me or 2. it would make him feel bad.
I knew he couldn’t help it. I haven’t slept well since then, and it’s been over three years.
I installed baby gates near any stairs, child locks on doorknobs, and missed enough sleep that I will be seventy before I get caught back up.
Going Anywhere in Public is Difficult
Okay, let’s face it, most men don’t want to go grocery shopping with their spouses or head to Walmart because Walmart is sometimes a cornerstone to hell if you catch it on a busy day.
In the short amount of time, we have spent with each other, I am so desperate for time with him that even grocery shopping allows me to feel like he is with me.
In some places, he gets irritable and cranky; in other places, where people start bumping into him, he flips out and starts cussing.
Sometimes he gets so bad I get embarrassed, and he ends up leaving, and I end up by myself on the verge of tears.
At one store, security was called on him because they thought he was threatening me.
Advice number one: Tell Home Depot management that you have a vet with PTSD and cops do not play well in their PTSD-screwed-up world.
Our children love love love Chucky Cheese, and although I can honestly say that place makes me want to be an alcoholic, sometimes a parent must endure the crappy stuff to see their children smile.
On the other hand, he would rather stay home, letting me face the questions of “Mom, how come we can’t go here or there” and then try to explain that places like that upset Daddy or simply that we will go another time.
I resent that.
Extremely so. I resent that we can’t go anywhere without an episode or ruining it for the whole family.
Some days I give up on making memories other than ones made here at home or simply any memory that doesn’t include him.
Gosh, where does one begin? Since he has been home, there have been so many accusations I could not remember them all, even if I wanted to.
Some have been just out and out ludicrous, and others have been so hurtful that I am not even sure I could ever get those comments out of my head.
They range from having supposed affairs while he was gone, poisoning him via his meals during supper (although we all ate from the same pot and at the same time), stealing money from our account, and hiding it in a secret stash.
What money? It’s not like we are making 100 grand a year! And the most hurtful of all…accusing me of getting pregnant on purpose with our two children.
Even accusing me of getting pregnant by another man while he was gone and trying to pass it off as his.
I got pregnant within the first two weeks he was home, and throughout the whole pregnancy felt no matter what I did, I could not prove to him that this was his child.
Naturally, once he saw his son and the tell-tale trait of his side of the family, there was no denying it.
His paranoia can range from driving alongside large tanker trucks on the highway (I have learned to drive behind them or speed up to pass them) to paranoia about neighbors or people in our community who might be terrorists, to even children who suddenly walk up or near him.
The list is endless here with the paranoia, and sometimes I want to smack him upside down and tell him how silly he is being on some things.
Ruins Every Important Moment or Holiday
Sabotage, I tell you, and I can’t figure out why! It doesn’t matter whether it’s Christmas or our anniversary, there is an instigated (by him) fight or he acts like this total monster, so we are all angry at him, and the event is ruined.
Nowhere in all this PTSD resource information can I find anything remotely about this. I think this is linked to the “no happiness” zone of PTSD. We are happy, as he is supposed to be, and the “pod person” can’t be happy.
I can’t remember one family get-together or holiday/anniversary/birthday that hasn’t been ruined in the almost four years he has been home.
It has gotten so bad that my children shy away from holidays because they “know how dad gets.”
From my preteen’s perspective, I can see how he understands it. But from my four-year-old? These words should never be spoken out of his beautiful innocent mouth.
High Sex Drive
I think this has to do with the adrenaline rush or his medications.
He could have sex four times a day every day and never be happy with anything less than seven days a week. I read that one of his medications causes his sex drive to be higher, but seriously?
No woman could stand it seven days a week! Now, this is in the first stages of being home. Later down the road, the sex drive is abruptly halted due to medications the VA puts them on, which can cause the downstairs departments to go on a very long vacation.
The issues with high sex drives can be a problem because here we are, slowly careening towards infidelity and porn/sex addictions.
He often gets mad and then wants to “kill that person” who ticked him off, of course not literally, but still, he can just go on and on to the point I get angry at him.
Sometimes it seriously concerns me, and I haul his butt back to the VA for a routine check. Often, this behavior makes me think of him as a child in a bout of a temper tantrum, and my only hope is I can find something to pacify him.
There have been several occasions where I have pushed him out of my way when he has gotten up in my face to scream, and only because he is so close, he is spitting in my eyes.
Although domestic abuse is not occurring in our household, I can say that our brand-new home has taken a few hits for the team and Home Depot and Lowe’s are now my favorite stores.
I can’t stress how important it is to GET OUT if violence occurs in your home and it causes physical harm. It can get worse, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to fix it.
They can often blackout or zone out, leaving them more dangerous and volatile. Some of our men can kill their spouses with bare hands, so it’s best to walk out, call the police, or do whatever you need to put your family in a safe situation.
You can love someone and have to walk away; there is no shame in that. As the spouse/significant other, you have to care for yourself, especially if children are in the household.
Sometimes he experiences blackouts when driving down the road and does not know where he is going or how he got there. Other times when he gets on his tirades, he doesn’t remember doing something or the things he says.
It’s like another part of him takes over, and his mind is no longer there. He can walk into a store and be there for hours. I have had many calls where I have had to go pick my husband up because the store thinks he is “casing” the place.
He goes in and thinks it’s 10-15 minutes when in reality, he can be there for five hours and never once realize it.
Driving down the road while doing this is extremely dangerous, so I must drive him now to where he needs to go.
Everything is Everyone Else’s Fault
Let’s play the blame game, ladies and gentlemen!
I don’t know if this is even relevant to PTSD but seems to be consistent with other spouses I have spoken to whose spouses have PTSD.
I can’t even get an apology without him adding a “But so and so ticked me off” or “I’m sorry, but you constantly nag.” Ummm, ok.
It seems to be a constant thing, whether at work, with friends, or at home….it’s always someone else’s fault.
Most of the time, though, I take the blame for it all….even when he doesn’t tell me what’s wrong.
Blaming is easier for them to do than it is to face up to their failures and issues.
The Stupid Syndrome (Seeking Adrenaline Rush)
The Stupid Syndrome, as I so lovingly refer to it, can be from anything that gives them an adrenaline rush.
One night under the influence of several Busch’s and Jack Daniels’ products, he mentioned that doing stupid stuff gave him the same high or adrenaline rush as he had every time he would go outside the wire overseas.
Some can be petty incidents, but other times I want to smack him upside down and yell, “Are you stupid, or do you want to kill yourself?”. Hence, the name “Stupid Syndrome.”
The stupid syndrome can also be linked to infidelity, stealing, and murder. Many case studies are being done with Veteran Prisoners serving life sentences for killing someone, all while on the search for a high shot of adrenaline.
Smaller things can be driving while intoxicated and speeding dangerously. The rush they had every day in a war zone is often very hard to duplicate, so they are constantly seeking more and more. It’s like a terrible addiction.
Their brains are permanently hardwired to live under duress and in the “flight or fight” mode.
Once they come home, they don’t know how to duplicate this process, and they need it because that’s what they are used to.
Secrecy and Lies
Not sure how to describe this one. But I have all of these incidents cemented in my memory like men often claim we do.
Mostly it has to do with money or financial transactions. Others can be as small as saying he was at a friend’s house when he was somewhere else.
I often think he has an affair, as any sane woman would automatically think when there are lies and secrecy, but everything he has done has been verified. So why lie about something so piddly and unimportant?
The entire time we have been married (pre-deployment), there were no lies and no secrets….just since he has been home. He can lie about the smallest things, making me wonder why he even bothers.
If you are going to lie, lie BIG. My husband was never a liar, and since he has been home, I can’t trust him as far as I can spit, which isn’t very far.
The Infamous “D” Word
Now I admit that since he has been home, things have been so complicated and stressed that I have said if we could not work things out or he didn’t love me anymore, I should leave.
I partially accept responsibility for my words, but it seems like sometimes that is the only way I can get him to listen.
However, when he gets angry in self-defense, he constantly says, “I don’t love you anymore” or “Go away and leave me alone” constantly.
I have tried to explain to him, “I hate you, get out….wait, don’t go. I love you,” which is not healthy for the family or me. Hell, it wouldn’t be for anyone!
So why does the big ugly “D” word comes out when we get angry? Is divorce really what he wants? I don’t know.
Some days I feel if the kids and I left, he would probably kick up his heels and cheer! Another part of me says he doesn’t feel that way; it’s just easier to hurt me because he is hurting and has no one else to take it out on.
The biggest part of me wishes that the man I loved and married would look at me and say, “If you leave, you will take all of my happiness, and I can’t live without you.”
Sigh….the romantic in me. Guess this is no movie, ladies because the leading man failed to rescue his one true love.
Self-Medicating and Addictions
Now I haven’t been faced with any more than drinking heavily on occasion, but there are more and more spouses filling the e-mail inbox on my blog asking about porn addictions, gambling, alcoholism, drugs, and infidelity.
I can’t give you much of a definition of this, but I think it’s a temporary band-aid that covers up all the emotions they are going through.
Our biggest issue here is with money. Exorbitant spending/shopping addictions were a big problem with my vet but one we have been able to solve.
Self-destruction is a common thing with PTSD, whether it be small or big problems and ones that need to be addressed ASAP.
So there are my vet’s mental battle scars laid out before you.
Kind of scary if you look at them for the first time and are not experiencing all of these. It is even more enlightening if you are seeing issues in your soldier.
I like when the military and professionals tell you that if your soldier exhibits these signs, seek help immediately! Before I get too deep into that topic, let’s save that for another time!
For those who made it this far, I hope you found some comfort in knowing that you aren’t the only one going through all this.
If you are going through this or something else, leave a comment! There is always something I have missed or not experienced but is important to share it with others.
This did happen to me.
~Uncle Sam’s Mistress~
16 thoughts on ““This Might Happen to You”- Symptoms of PTSD”
The thing with the devorce you were talking about. Don’t do it. Avoid ever talking about it again. We want to destroy evrything good in our lives until theres nothing left and when it is finally gone we can quit everything distance ourselves from everyone until there is absolutely nothing left and there is absolutely no one left who cares about us. So we can finally be alone and cant hurt anyone when we fire that final shot. We are the walking dead. Funny I still like Disney movies and films that make me feal something anything, I have a huge movie collection now movies I have watched over and over again. Watched Dear John recently and yes it pissed me right the fuck off but it also made me cry 😉 Big fucking tough guy right.
Back to the point when I got home the woman I had known and loved for 14 years told me I had changed. So I just pointed at the door. Sadly in my case she used it. I quit my job and everything I ever gave a shit about and spent the next two years with a gun to my head every night trying to think of one good reason not to pull the trigger. I never found one But, luckily I had a friend I served with that told me of another friend who killed himself and said he took the pussy way out.. Well now thats a different perspective all together I can never be thought of as a pussy. So, shot that idea all to hell.
It has been 8 years now since I got home I still dont sleep and I know now that in the end I will die old miserable and alone. Don’t allow him to make my mistake he will come back to you one day stronger than you remember. Because in the end I and he and you will realize its the things we stand for that make us who we are. That is what I hold on to now because its the only thing left in my life. Honor , courage , commitment. Defend the weak and stand upright so that God may love thee.
Gary, your experience sounds so much like my husbands, except for the divorce part, that i thought it was written by him. Two hours into him coming home from Iraq i knew he had changed. He was a commanding officer head of a squadron in Iraq for 7 months. It started with anger issues, fear of loud noises, snapping at our children. He could not play video games with the boys anymore, its been 5 years and he still has not played. Nightmares, loading guns in his sleep, and it went on and on. Then a few weeks after he got home I got an email from a man I did not know telling me that MY husband had been having an emotional online affair with his wife. Seriously, I could not believe this, my world fell apart! I saw the emails they were flirtatious and over the top but not sexual! He had also called her from Iraq!
This was just the beginning! He reached out to his command Chaplain who was deployed with him. He came to visit us at home (200 miles each way, my husband was a mess he did not go back to work for several weeks, just walked around the house, unkempt and morose, guilt ridden, ashamed. I went to family (overseas) for a short time to try and get my head around this. He tried to explain it as unemotional, he needed everyone to tell him how great he was, hearing it from me was not enough. I stayed, we worked on things or at least i thought. Then wham i found out when he went to Pakistan 10 months later he started emailing, texting and phoning someone from the State Dept that he met out there. I do know that both times these were not physical relationships but it was very painful. He said it was like a craving, the need to be admired etc. Then wham now in DC he admitted to a one night stand with a civil rights lawyer he met through work. WHERE did my husband go? Finally he sought help, he was diagnosed with PTSD, and is now in counselling and I am still with him. He says he was in a whirlwind for four years but now he is back and he feels like he is HIM again and he is EXCEPT he has no interest in anything other than me or our children or his Harley, his obsession reversed. I am surprised he has not been kicked out of the military he has no interest in his job in fact he seems to be at home more than he is at work, says he is dropping his papers wants to work in a Harley shop or move to Key West? I know this is now just another symptom of “running away”! The last 8 months we have gone through him telling me he is going to kill himself, i found him several times upstairs with the gun loaded, once after hearing crying from downstairs. What stopped him, fear of one of our children finding him. I took the gun locked it in its box and took the bullets and his gun keys away. I called his psychiatrist and told him him about it. Then just last month i found he has been driving around with his gun in his trunk. Then i found a box of bullets and questioned him, he said if was ‘
“just in case”? Things this last month have finally started to improve I am not sure what I am going to do the ‘D’ word is still on my mind. I know that the PTSD cannot be used as an excuse for his infidelity and he knows that too. I am just so saddened that my husband and so many others are going through this and the impact it has on their spouses and children. If only we could turn the clock back and “go to our happy place”! I hope there is peace for all of us effected however our lives move forward.
Gary, I am truly sorry that you had to go through all of that but let me speak as a wife. My husband has suspected PTSD and I can live with many of the symptoms and behaviors but his posting on sites looking for anonymous sex and then actually following through with it, I don’t know how much longer I can deal with that. At some point if he doesn’t stop, the consequence will be divorce because I deserve better than that-and yes, I’ve told him that. I pray that his symptoms improve but I also cannot willingly and knowingly put my health as risk (I doubt he wears condoms) and continue to be treated like shit.
I am going through the same things. Tried to deal with my soon to be ex-husband’s diagnosed PTSD. Too much mental abuse of me and my kids, manipulations, and infidelity for me to stay. I hate leaving him behind, but have to take care of me and the kids. He is a good man, I love him deeply, but there comes a point when health and happiness have to weigh in. I have gone through nearly everything this spouse mentioned as symptoms. I worked very hard to stay, but I was losing myself in his illness and for the sake of my kids and myself I chose to let the marriage go. I have quilt about leaving him in his time of need, but I would have more guilt not protecting my kids. Thanks for your service and I do wish you the best. I don’t blame my man, I blame the ptsd for taking my marriage from me. C
I’m a vet with ptsd, and i honestly think this hit the nail on the head. I just wonder if I will ever recover.
Oh my gosh… this is my life right now…. I wish there was more help out there for spouses like myself. I have three kids that I have to protect through this horrible rollercoaster of emotions we have been going through for over four years. PTSD is hell at home with a military spouse. I dont know if he or I will ever recover from this mess.
Wow! Everything I just read is what I’m dealing with with my husband. Except the sex part. He has no sex drive and can go weeks with it. I would never cheat on him bitself have needs and even when we it does happen it’s all about him and pleasing me is out of the question. And he’s seeking out other women on the Internet or at the gym. Apparently, me encouraging him or giving him praises isn’t enough as he told me he needs “reassurance” that hes a good man and still looks good. I’ve been dealing with it and it’s hard but he finally realized and accepted he has PTSD. He’s soon to start counseling and wants to do marital counseling as well. And divorce was mentioned on his part several times since he’s been home. I love him but I think Ive been so hurt by everything I’ve emotionally checked out of our marriage. I’m hoping counseling helps but I guess I’ll just have to take it a day at a time.I just hope he gets better for himself and our unborn child. I hate seeing him this way and it hurts because I have no idea how to help him.
My husband has just recently been diagnosed with PTSD and developed a porn/sex addiction as a result of “self-medicating” for a long time. Reading this article has kept me sane on many a night, when I get so upset at the sex addiction stuff I completely forget he is a wounded warrior. Thank you thank you for your insight. All these other symptoms have been occuring for two years, and we had so many doctors tell me they were other things: ADHD, laziness, even at one point Aspberger’s.
Please keep doing what you do. You are an inspiration!
I am not a combat veteran, though I did serve in the Air Force in the mid 90’s. Much of my experiences, believe it or not, occurred in my childhood and early adult life. As a child, having a gun pulled on me while I was playing in a field, by someone I had never seen before, had an effect on me I never thought possible. I never told anyone about it until I reached adulthood. My best friend was killed while I was in basic training. I worked for a large freight railroad for many years after my time in the service. I was involved in two train/car accidents that ultimately claimed the lives of five people. I went back to work the next day each time. I never talked about it with anyone. In that time I also witnessed a suicide by train, found a naked hooker who had been strangled to death in an alley next to the tracks, and watched as a man set himself on fire and jumped to his death off of a bridge. Two of my best friends were killed by their own trains when they fell on to the tracks and were run over. One lost his leg in another accident and another was coupled in between two cars. He lived until they uncoupled the cars. I was nearly killed twice when my engineers fell asleep, woke up, and slammed on the throttle nearly backing my train over me. In the midst of all of this I had a very violent now ex-wife who would beat on me at the slightest provocation. None of this I ever talked about. Not to mention being shot at on a nightly basis by people who would try to use me for target practice while I worked. Since then I have had two affairs on my current wife, not knowing why I did, but because I could. I have recurring nightmares of these events in my life and have often wondered why I have seen more than my fair share of death and destruction. I feel hopeless about my future and often wonder if my family would be better off if I left so that I cannot hurt them any more than I already have. I sometimes find myself screaming at my wife and then don’t even remember what I said. I used to enjoy going places and being around people. Now I find any crowds to be too much to handle and often express my displeasure with anyone who crosses me. I have ruined every holiday and important event in my life by starting fights for no reason. I enjoy nothing and would just as soon stay in bed, rather than face the realities of my life. There is my life in a nutshell. Hopefully this can help those with non-combat related PTSD to understand that you are not alone either. And to all those who suffer from combat related PTSD may God bless you and help make you whole again. Thank you for your service from the bottom of my heart.
This was an insightful clear description of this awful disease. I can tell you that it helped me to feel better about my choice to leave my husband who is suffering from military related PTSD. I am choosing to end the cycle of abuse for my kids and me. I pray that my husband will continue treatment and that he can find health and happiness. That is all anyone can ask for in life. C
My deepest thanks to you for writing this. I have been feeling alone and crazy after ending my 4-year relationship with my Vet…I could handle the drug use and the mental illness and the dangerous behavior, but what pushed me over the edge was discovering a long-term affair he was having with another woman, as well as visits to prostitutes when he was deployed (and did not use condoms). There was simply no safety for me anymore, and I could leave because I have a good career and we hadn’t conceived any children (though we had been trying). Regardless, he was my best friend and I love him deeply; strangely, I know he loves me too. But he is a shell of his former self, and he does not want to get better. When I confronted him over the affairs, he got angry and scary and blamed me for everything. Admitted no guilt or remorse whatsoever. I have compassion for him, but it feels as though he has none for me and that hurts more than anything else. I am very angry that there is so little support for spouses and families in this situation; when my vet went off the rails I would call some of the friends he had served with, and not one of them knew what to do either (they were all struggling with the same issues). It’s tragic, that our men are sent off and come back to us so changed, with so little support and help. And so little public dialogue about the realities of how our vets bring the war home to their loved ones. I do not want to be destroyed, so I left. I continue to pray for him, and for myself, and for all the folks out there who suffer this way.
Thank you, again, for your courage in writing this. Much love, K
I have experienced many of these symptoms from my son since he returned from his tour in Korea and Iraq. He has been going to the VA and I’m not sure he was diagnosed. He scared me so much by he behavior I wasn’t sure I was losing my mind or he was losing his. He had to move out because I starting to become too depressed and guilty thinking that it was my fault he acted that way. It’s still not over but I’m hoping he is getting the help he needs.
A Vets Mom
Wow…its like my life! Im so tired. I stay awake all night so he can sleep. If I don’t he sleeps with a huge knife. He fights with our neighbors. He thinks they want to kill him. Im not allowed to leave windows or doors open if he’s not here. Security is ridiculous. He thinks our neighbors have people following us. The police have been involved and of course they don’t believe him. Then he gets angry. Im lost. Don’t know how to help him