Oh, I'm sorry... it sounds like everyone has complicated issues with their partners. My husband died a few years ago, and even though I didn't have a diagnoses then he looked after me... I'm pretty sure he's the one who kept me out of hospital. He didn't understand what was wrong with me (no diagnoses, so no help for either of us) but he loved me enough to listen to my crazy, and love me anyway. I'm never going to meet anyone like him again.

Anyway... yes, I know what you mean about days when picking up paper and putting it in the bin is too much. I still feel a sense of achievement when I manage to put the bin out on time. It's hard for people on the "outside" to realise how hard things are for us when we're ill. All we can do is tell them as best we can, and hope that they will meet us half way. Sorry everyone that it's so difficult. I didn't realise how much I was blessed with my husband when he was here.