bit of background. DH was beaten up 3 weeks ago, he suffered a broken ear cartilage, black eyes, soft tissue injury to shoulder. Yesterday his GP diagnosed PTSD, refered him for counselling and physio and has prescribed 2mg diazepam to be taken when he feels he needs it.
I'm knackered, I am getting very little sleep, he is having nightmares every night and I am having to calm him down. He has suggested he sleeps on the sofa but I am reluctant to let him do this, as sharing a bed, I feel, is the only connection we have at the moment. He no longer gives me a hug when he comes home from work, sits on the sofa with me in fact it feels as though he goes out of his way to make sure he interacts with me as little as possible, only wanting me to comfort him when the memories become to much.
He has nothing positive to say about anything or anyone, even the GPs appointmnt yesterday he felt was a waste of time, even though the GP has done everything he is meant to do, (I have to admit I did tell DH off when he complained about being stigmatised for taking the pills.)
There are other things but this would become an essay. Basically, the man that comes home at night is not my husband and not my DCs father, he looks like him and sounds like him but what made him the man he was has disappeared and I miss him, I want him back. I know this is something he has to work through but he isn't, he's hiding from it and its effecting everyone. (GPs appointment was at my insistance)
I don't want to be reasonable anymore, I want to tell him what is happening to all of us, I want him to understand that no one is going to wave a magic wand and make it all better, that he has to work at changing how he thinks and feels.
Sorry for the length of this but I needed somewhere to post what I am feeling before I crack and say something to him that would cause more damage.