Elizabeth2
Thu, Aug-01-02, 07:11
I haven't posted in my journal in a while. I am going through some pretty mixed up emotions lately, and I have wanted to create a post in this forum to ask for help, but I have put it off for a few weeks now because I don't know where to start.
First of all, let me say that I do believe that mental illness - specifically depresion and bipolar disorders are real and not manifestations as one of the other posters stated a few weeks ago.
I have read a lot about it, and I can see the symptoms, but I don't understand the behaviors it causes. This causes me so much turmoil.
Let me back up a bit. My husband and I have been together for 11 years. He was always moody, and sometimes would get in a bad mood that lasted for weeks. Early on in our relationship, he broke up with me very suddenly, and completely without feeling. This was completely opposite of the charming man that had brought me roses every week for 3 months. Something just snapped, and he turned off his feelings for me. I mistook this for fear of committment.
Throughout the years, we had several additional instances where his mood would snap and he would walk away from me for weeks at a time whether emotionally or physically. Since we have been married, it's only emotional abandonment.
He doesn't take criticism well, and if we ever have issues to talk out, he is completely unable. I came from a family of loud arguers, and I had to completely change the way in which I handle quarrels to suit him. My was is completely ineffective when dealing with him.
Still, we hit a wonderful place in our relationship and got along quite well for a long time when we decided to marry in 1995. There were still ups and downs, but they were not as severe because we knew how to handle them when they came up. We didn't label it or seek help, I just thought this is how he is.
We had our first child, a son, in 1997. That's when my hell on earth began. It was a difficult pregancy and birth and I found him to be consistently unavailable for me throughout the whole ordeal emotionally. My son was born via c-section, and I had a very difficult time with my recovery. Within days, DH was unable or uninterested in caring for his new son. He even said as much. He said that he had no feelings for him. He said he hated the crying and that he wasn't cut out to be a dad. He said that he hated what his son had done to his wife. (made me ill, took all my time, etc etc). This situation was bad enough, then his brother died tragically when our son was 7 weeks old.
DH fell into a deep depression, and I urged him to seek help. The Dr. put him on Zoloft. It seemed to help a bit. Mood swings were still fairly frequent, but I became very independent and tried to pick up the slack when he was unable or unwilling.
Our daughter was born in 1999. More of the same. Unavailable throughout difficult pregnancy and delivery, but I was an expert at mothering by this time, so I carried on.
In January 2001, DH decided that he wanted to quit smoking, so DR. put him on Wellbutrin, as well as the Zoloft.(He was successful in quitting)
Sometime in 2002, Dr. decided to take him off of the Zoloft. DH got so bad and hateful. I finally urged him to go back and to tell what was going on. I went with him, at his urging, and helped to tell the full story of how he had been living and behaving.
My belief and observations were that he was bipolar. Dr. examined, and concurred. DH was put on Zyprexa and Effexor in addition to the wellbutrin. Initially, we saw some good results, but in early July, he began to go downward again. We went on vacation, and he was completely miserable. He said all kinds of hateful things about the place we went to - we had rented a camper in a campground in VA - something we had never done before. He hated it and sat in a chair all day or slept in the air conditioner.
This is what I don't understand. We weren't even in a tent - we had running water, a bathroom, and AC. I could have been happy ANYWHERE - even in a tent! It wasn't what I expected, either, but I can CHOOSE to have fun if I want to. Our kids had a blast, and I had campfires in the evenings and told stories. DH slept. I hated him for being such a _______. Four days into the trip, DH decided to go home. I packed up the camper, cleaned it, and went to my parents beach house in DE. The kids and I had a wonderful time. DH never even called once.
He has yet to apologize for his behavior, and I am livid. Why can't he CHOOSE to be nice? If he can CHOOSE not to be physically violent because he knows that is wrong, or not to rob a bank because he know that is wrong, why can't he choose not to be hateful and uncaring to his family?
I have been his number one supporter and cheerleader for so long now. But I am getting so tired at pointing to the light at the end of the tunnel for him. The worst part is that he has so very much to be thankful for. A good job, good money, the ability to send his children to private school, a huge house, a loving supporting wife, clothes, food, it goes on and on and on.
How long can I keep tolerating his hateful attitude? At some point do I need to draw the obvious conclusion that he just doesn't care about us and try to reconstruct my life without him?
He says that he trusts me more than any other human being and that he loves me and that he doesn't want to be like this. I say then STOP!
He also says that when he is in the black pit of despair that he just doesn't care. About anything. Me, the kids, chores around the house...Nothing.
I hate him so much sometimes. But I could still be head over heels in love with him, too. Even after being wiht him for 11 years! I don't want to divorce. I want the man I know that he can be. I am so tired of carrying all the weight. He even had the _____ to say that I don't do anything around the house!!!
I wrote a list, and I do 4 times the things he does. What gets me is that he hasn't even apologized for his behavior. He doesn't even care if I cry. I get NOTHING. No emotion whatsoever.
I went with him again to his counselor last night, and I laid it all out for her. I told her everything (right in front of him). We haven't really even spoken since we were on vacation, so this was the first time hearing it. I told her that my paitence and support has a limit.
She wants to introduce yet another drug into his system. This one is supposed to be a mood stabilizer. Supposedly very common for bipolar people to need a cocktail to get their chemistries right in their heads. I say it's VERY SCARY! Too many meds!
DH even talked about ECT therapy last night and said that he would consider it if it would pull him back from the blackness. I think that's not a good idea, and will do what I can to try to dissuade him from following up with this line of inquiry.
I just don't know what to do. Do bipolar people really have NO CONTROL over their behavior and attitudes? Am I being unreasonable to expect anything from him?
PLEASE HELP ME UNDERSTAND!!!!
Thanks for being so patient and reading this excessively long post through to the end.
First of all, let me say that I do believe that mental illness - specifically depresion and bipolar disorders are real and not manifestations as one of the other posters stated a few weeks ago.
I have read a lot about it, and I can see the symptoms, but I don't understand the behaviors it causes. This causes me so much turmoil.
Let me back up a bit. My husband and I have been together for 11 years. He was always moody, and sometimes would get in a bad mood that lasted for weeks. Early on in our relationship, he broke up with me very suddenly, and completely without feeling. This was completely opposite of the charming man that had brought me roses every week for 3 months. Something just snapped, and he turned off his feelings for me. I mistook this for fear of committment.
Throughout the years, we had several additional instances where his mood would snap and he would walk away from me for weeks at a time whether emotionally or physically. Since we have been married, it's only emotional abandonment.
He doesn't take criticism well, and if we ever have issues to talk out, he is completely unable. I came from a family of loud arguers, and I had to completely change the way in which I handle quarrels to suit him. My was is completely ineffective when dealing with him.
Still, we hit a wonderful place in our relationship and got along quite well for a long time when we decided to marry in 1995. There were still ups and downs, but they were not as severe because we knew how to handle them when they came up. We didn't label it or seek help, I just thought this is how he is.
We had our first child, a son, in 1997. That's when my hell on earth began. It was a difficult pregancy and birth and I found him to be consistently unavailable for me throughout the whole ordeal emotionally. My son was born via c-section, and I had a very difficult time with my recovery. Within days, DH was unable or uninterested in caring for his new son. He even said as much. He said that he had no feelings for him. He said he hated the crying and that he wasn't cut out to be a dad. He said that he hated what his son had done to his wife. (made me ill, took all my time, etc etc). This situation was bad enough, then his brother died tragically when our son was 7 weeks old.
DH fell into a deep depression, and I urged him to seek help. The Dr. put him on Zoloft. It seemed to help a bit. Mood swings were still fairly frequent, but I became very independent and tried to pick up the slack when he was unable or unwilling.
Our daughter was born in 1999. More of the same. Unavailable throughout difficult pregnancy and delivery, but I was an expert at mothering by this time, so I carried on.
In January 2001, DH decided that he wanted to quit smoking, so DR. put him on Wellbutrin, as well as the Zoloft.(He was successful in quitting)
Sometime in 2002, Dr. decided to take him off of the Zoloft. DH got so bad and hateful. I finally urged him to go back and to tell what was going on. I went with him, at his urging, and helped to tell the full story of how he had been living and behaving.
My belief and observations were that he was bipolar. Dr. examined, and concurred. DH was put on Zyprexa and Effexor in addition to the wellbutrin. Initially, we saw some good results, but in early July, he began to go downward again. We went on vacation, and he was completely miserable. He said all kinds of hateful things about the place we went to - we had rented a camper in a campground in VA - something we had never done before. He hated it and sat in a chair all day or slept in the air conditioner.
This is what I don't understand. We weren't even in a tent - we had running water, a bathroom, and AC. I could have been happy ANYWHERE - even in a tent! It wasn't what I expected, either, but I can CHOOSE to have fun if I want to. Our kids had a blast, and I had campfires in the evenings and told stories. DH slept. I hated him for being such a _______. Four days into the trip, DH decided to go home. I packed up the camper, cleaned it, and went to my parents beach house in DE. The kids and I had a wonderful time. DH never even called once.
He has yet to apologize for his behavior, and I am livid. Why can't he CHOOSE to be nice? If he can CHOOSE not to be physically violent because he knows that is wrong, or not to rob a bank because he know that is wrong, why can't he choose not to be hateful and uncaring to his family?
I have been his number one supporter and cheerleader for so long now. But I am getting so tired at pointing to the light at the end of the tunnel for him. The worst part is that he has so very much to be thankful for. A good job, good money, the ability to send his children to private school, a huge house, a loving supporting wife, clothes, food, it goes on and on and on.
How long can I keep tolerating his hateful attitude? At some point do I need to draw the obvious conclusion that he just doesn't care about us and try to reconstruct my life without him?
He says that he trusts me more than any other human being and that he loves me and that he doesn't want to be like this. I say then STOP!
He also says that when he is in the black pit of despair that he just doesn't care. About anything. Me, the kids, chores around the house...Nothing.
I hate him so much sometimes. But I could still be head over heels in love with him, too. Even after being wiht him for 11 years! I don't want to divorce. I want the man I know that he can be. I am so tired of carrying all the weight. He even had the _____ to say that I don't do anything around the house!!!
I wrote a list, and I do 4 times the things he does. What gets me is that he hasn't even apologized for his behavior. He doesn't even care if I cry. I get NOTHING. No emotion whatsoever.
I went with him again to his counselor last night, and I laid it all out for her. I told her everything (right in front of him). We haven't really even spoken since we were on vacation, so this was the first time hearing it. I told her that my paitence and support has a limit.
She wants to introduce yet another drug into his system. This one is supposed to be a mood stabilizer. Supposedly very common for bipolar people to need a cocktail to get their chemistries right in their heads. I say it's VERY SCARY! Too many meds!
DH even talked about ECT therapy last night and said that he would consider it if it would pull him back from the blackness. I think that's not a good idea, and will do what I can to try to dissuade him from following up with this line of inquiry.
I just don't know what to do. Do bipolar people really have NO CONTROL over their behavior and attitudes? Am I being unreasonable to expect anything from him?
PLEASE HELP ME UNDERSTAND!!!!
Thanks for being so patient and reading this excessively long post through to the end.