Wow we read the stuff written by the s.o. of someone who was d.i.d. it was like reading about a wonderful fantasy marriage where a husband actually believed his wife and tried to help her and be there. Never had anything like that. The last time I went to hospital (and did discover they just warehouse you until you get stablized) I stayed up all night - while feeling terribly suicidal to do the family laundry so they will not hate me for going to the hospital. I almost had to call a taxi to get there as my spouse did not want to help me. Forgive me for complaining but this hurts me that no one in my life has almost every helped me. I helped others and it never went both ways. Sorry for the self-pity, but I feel so hurt that I've had to beg for any help. My recovery has been taking so much longer because we do not feel able to be who we are when s.o. is home. It stinks. grrrr.