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Originally Posted by littlemiss44
I'm really lucky that my bf understands my illness. We've only been together for two years and the first year we were together I was even hospitalized. I really don't know what makes him so understanding...he always says he wishes he could do something to make me feel better. The one thing I've done is explain in detail about my illness. I Let him know that it's not his job to make me feel better. I explained that I never know when I'll get hypo manic or depressed...that it comes out of no where. He'll ask why I'm sad or anxious and I just tell him I don't know...he just knows that there's no explanation for it. I'd tell him it happens for no reason at all. That you have no control over it. That it has nothing to do with him. Tell him that it will pass in its own time and that you will feel better eventually. It's good that he's very committed to yr relationship. Maybe take him to yr pdoc appt or yr therapy session. I hope it gets better soon. Try my suggestions and hopefully he'll catch on that all he has to do is love you thru it. His love will help you. I tell my bf that his love is all I need during these difficult times. Good luck...let us know how it's going. We care. :-) hugs
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Thanks littlemiss. I do tell him that all I need from him is his continued support and love. He tells me he "gets" where I am with my depression, but I don't think he truly understands that sometimes you're just depressed and there's not a damn thing you can do to change it. That's where I am right now, and since he's never been there, I think in actuality he has a hard time empathizing and having patience.
Today, for example, he wanted me to help with yard work. I was out there removing leaves from the rosebushes and doing some raking but after a half hour, I was just finished. Couldn't keep focused or interested. Plus, I'm not in that good of shape and my muscles were really starting to hurt. I have fibromyalgia too, and I am always worried if I exert myself that I'll into a flare. He said whatever I could do was fine, but I wonder if he really thinks I'm just being lazy instead of depressed . . . I want to go watch t.v. now, but I feel guilty because he's outside doing yard work. Ugh!!!!!