I’ve written a number of threads on the dope about my home life. 30,000 foot view is: Lots of crap happened. Of all kinds: death, financial, raising twins, both my wife and I broke down and tried to cope with the stress and loss in our own ways and medications to varying degrees of success.
Wife started hanging out ‘with the wrong crowd’, essentially running away from the situation. We had it out over that, started really talking again, adjusted our medication, and started to gain some ground in improving our outlook.
That lasted about two months…til last week when I think the season caught up with her. She used to make about 10-12 dozen cookies for the family. Now two of the most important people she did this for are dead, or have diabetes and can’t have the cookies. The one hobby she fell back on to get her though is Halloween. She’s spent the year talking about it, making props, helping other people get ready for it. I don’t completely understand the draw, but it’s hers, and I have my own odd distractions, so I’m not one to judge. But Halloween is over for another year, and putting the decorations away didn’t help her outlook.
Divorce has been mentioned a time or two. I figure that’s pretty natural considering. But the end decision was always: Our problems aren’t with the relationship. If we get a chance to pause and take stock. We get along pretty well. Our libidos are out of sync, but considering what we’ve been through, that’s pretty understandable and by itself isn’t a big issue. And if anything, Divorce would make our situation much much worse.
Last week, she plummeted again. Deep depression, feeling numb, lethargic, constant weeping, and a desire to feel pain…the only emotion she says she can feel. This happened when I was out of town and I was powerless to do anything to help. She has not done self mutilation, and while suicide is something she’s thought a lot about, it’s not something she’s seriously considered. There is a case of self-mutilation in her near relatives, so it’s something I’m on the lookout for.
At my behest, she contacted our family doctor again, who changed her medication, again, and recommended a neuropsychiatrist. I think my wife’s problem is outside the Dr’s abilities to treat. This is a very busy guy, so assistance would be a ways out before she can get an appointment.
In the meantime, there’s psychiatric counseling available through my work and we’re getting her there next week.
We talked and came to an understanding that no big decisions should be made while she’s like this, that she cannot be sure her decisions are accurate or tinted by hysteria. I can accurately say that, as during my worst moments, I was overpowered with hysterical (and inaccurate) feelings that she was being unfaithful. I’m well aware of how the brain feels fear, THEN sorts around for a cause for that fear and inserts whatever convenient phobia it can find.
Here’s where I’m at, and the reason for the post:
Over the months that my medication has taken hold, I’m feeling a LOT better. But those reserves are rapidly being used up. The burden of operating a household, working a job, taking more than my share of the child-rearing, and trying to get someone I love though this stretch is draining. What’s worse is: I don’t have a firm grasp of psychiatry, I don’t know what to expect or how to help. Your car’s broke? I can fix that. Network clogged? I can handle that too.
How to get someone help who doesn’t want it and kinda likes sitting in the pit she’s in? Not so much.
I will not leave her. That speaks against my morals. I entered into a relationship for better or worse and if I left at a low point, I’d never forgive myself. Early in this situation I determined that I’d take the high road. Whatever happened I could look back and say I did everything I could.
This doesn’t feel like the other marital issue threads I’ve found here. There’s no animosity, there’s no backbiting or infidelity. The relationship isn’t well, but it’s not our relationship that’s making it that way. It’s a person I care about who needs help that she doesn’t want, I’m doing my best to provide, and I feel increasingly frustrated at being in this situation.
She hasn’t been on the new cocktail long enough for me to see if it’s made a difference or not, but last night she had a manic episode, really really really up. It’s better than sobbing on the floor, but not by much.