Interesting and good update... and question about how PTSD affects you physically.
Last Friday, H and I had a session with our MC,and the issue of what to tell our Ds came up. Long story short, he was adamant that he was not going to tell her anything more than she knew (that he cheated on me). Things were really tense that night, but the next day, totally unexpected by me, he asked her to come sit down next to him, that he had some stuff he needed to tell her... and he did - it wasn't graphic or detailed - it was basically that the last year had been incredibly hard on me based on not just my brothers dying and my genetic testing results and the impending relocation, but that more information about him came out, up until the last stuff in March. He fought off tears the entire time. While he didn't use the phrase sex addiction, he said since his childhood he'd developed some unhealthy coping skills that had been detrimental to our marriage, and that included not only the unfaithfulness, but viewing pornography. I was shocked he said it. She handled it so well. He reiterated over and over again how much he loved me, how much he loved her, and how hard we were working on repairing the marriage. All in all it went well, and I had an opportunity to tell her how some of my behaviors or responses to stress might be understood by her better, and she seemed to get it.
That day, it was the first time in probably more than a month that I ended up going the whole day, until bedtime, without taking any Xanax. I felt like such a relief had been taken off my shoulders.
But I couldn't leave well enough alone... the next day, when I met with my trainer, I was feeling so good I told him let's up the workout a notch. Two hours later, my upper back started to spasm. By nighttime, I'd taken a mg. of Xanax, Advil, iced my back several times, and was in such a state of panic that we couldn't attend our condo association meeting. It took two hours for the orally-dissolving Xanax to kick in (it's supposed to be quick) to where I started to come back down. I was SOOOO disappointed in myself. I thought I'd turned a corner when H told D about the complexity of what the last year has been like for me.
Saw the PT and chiropractor yesterday and they worked on me; felt much better afterwards. Went to Pilates today, told my instructor what had happened over the weekend (the pushing it too hard work out), so she tried to keep things more along the stretching movements as opposed to strengthening. I felt OK most of the day, but this afternoon my back started to spasm up again and it opened up the door for anxiety. H has a meeting tonight, so I'm home alone and just feeling so defeated. Sunday night I had a long talk with myself about how I really needed to abide by my PT's exercise regimen... did it yesterday, and hadn't gotten around to it today when my back started hurting again. I did get down on the floor and do them, but it's still pretty painful.
I'm just SO, SO, SO, SO tired of my body not cooperating with me. I'm trying to do self-care by doing the workouts, but even as much as we've scaled them back, I'm still struggling. I've almost gotten to the point where I'm saying, "What the hell am I spending all this money on a trainer and Pilates, when it causes me so much pain?"
Did any of you have any specific ways the PTSD impacted your body, other than the usual appetite changes, irritability, fatigue, etc.?
Not having a good evening.