Troy,
I'm truly sorry that you feel this way. It's painful and full of fear and self loathing...

Many of us do/feel the exact same thing...pull away when there is "too much support." It doesn't feel good at times, at least that is true of me.
I mentioned in another post that much has been shared here but much has not...it's hard to know where to draw the line. I feel if I share too much then there will be silent disapproval...not of the PTSD but of the action(s) that helped bring it on.
Much of it stays locked inside; deep inside where no one will have the chance to judge me.
PTSD from combat situations has an element of we had a choice, but PTSD from abuse is you were a victim. Yes, there are commonalities, but there are still enough differences to warrant...what the heck does it matter. I say that with some bitterness.

As far as people turning away? Yeah that's happened to me also. I truly believe it's because of frustration and some anger.
I can see the commonalities but they cannot see the differences.
Another little part of me dies when that happens

The mask comes on and ya concentrate on others...their pain comes first and comforting them becomes more important than the anguish in our hearts.
Same old crap

I've never wanted to tell "war stories." I have wanted to share whenever a particular event/person triggers me in some way, and I want to feel free to share the reason for the trigger. Oh cleaned up, of course, so it doesn't offend the delicate...
Trigger warning means nothing to some people. It's very nearly an invitation to read it, and when that person gets upset? Blame us

Sometimes I get very tired of the pats on the head...
I don't offer an apology for being in this lonely and dried-up state of mind. Dried up? No...sometimes weeping but it's not a cleansing one, it drains the energy too.

Blogging was to be a release for me. I never intended to include outrageously gruesome details...but I did want to be honest about some of them and their affects on me.
That curtain of sensibility is something I allow to muffle my feelings and my fears.
Mea Culpa, my fault again

Cap