Hi-Hello, I'm so happy I found this place!!!!! I found this forum last night, and for the first time in a long time I feel hope. I am amazed, and saddened that the stories here are so close to mine. I have found myself beleving that I was the one who was to blame for all of the accusations of infidelity against me due to the fact that I have perevious issues and suffer from a form of PTSD. I see now that his illness is to blame, and I may not have the abillity to survive it.
I have a bit of rest from all the constant stress and emotional abuse of being accussed of cheating as my husband is now in temp custody of ICE. This has given me the chance to question his actions instead of blaming myself for all of the trama.
When in constant control of him I was afraid of being myself. I always second guessed if my actions were wrong. Should I have said hi to the security guard at work? Should I have laughed at my bosse's joke? Nothing I did was right.
If my friendly personality comes out I'm cheating on him, if I supress my personality I'm hidding something, and therefore must be cheating on him.
Over the past few months I have been denied sleep due to the late night interrogations ( they went on nightly for hours and hours) Made to feel guilty for not wanting to have sex after he accused me. Then feeling dirty after I gave in and being mad at myself for having sex with someone who thinks that I'm a whore. I get mad at myself for giving in to the need for sleep, and doing whatever it take to get some sleep, even if it's allowing a (man that for some reason I love) to "rape by exhaustion"
I temp lost my mind. I felt guilty for things I didn't do, and never would do. I was subject to panty inspections, sniffing inspections, and pubic hair inspections. If I didn't wear make up I didn't love him enough to look good for him, if I did wear make up I was doing it for someone else. If I didn't bathe right after work I didn't want to be clean for him because I didn't love him, if I did bathe after work I was washing away evidence. If I wrote the words to a song that I liked, I was writing a love letter. If I said hi to a male member of his family I wanted to sleep with him, if I didn't say hi I was disrespecting his family. UGHHHH...
Sorry this is so long. I just feel like I can talk to people who understand. Anyways what do you guys think of this affecting my PTSD? I mean I know it has made it worse, but does anyone else have this to go through as well? Is there any infoformation you guys could recomend to read? Also, could my PTSD affect his DDJ? I mean do you think we could be "feeding" or "bouncing" off each others problems, and it would never end? I have blamed myself for all of his jealousy because I was aware of my own label, so I must have reacted wrong. Not only was I guilty from what he was doing, I was also guilty because I thought it was my fault because I was the one who was "damaged". He blamed me, and I blamed me. Wow I am the perfect victim. He then "gets off the hook which is cool (for him) because he really didn't think anything was wrong with what he was doing to me, and he still thinks he is right.
Oh what a wonderful mess I am....
Any thoughts on this???
Thank you to all the brave people who have to deal with this everyday for talking, and giving others hope.