NC here, been around a while. Here’s the back story. My DH and I have been together for most of our lives, we are now mid fifties with grown up DC. He has worked so hard for all of us, and we’ve had great fun together. He was able to stop work a few years ago, so life was set fair.
Three years ago, he beacame unwell. Nothing specific, general malaise, achy joints, tiredness. It gradually got worse, and every symptom he read about he now finds he has. He’s seen so many doctors, had blood tests galore, nothing found except low testosterone. He is also clearly dealing with depression of some kind. He has good and bad days, and sometimes it’s like the old DH is back, but it doesn’t last long.
For better for worse, and everything, and I’ve been coping OK with trying to help him along. He is very, very private and doesn’t want anybody else to know how he is feeling, so I am his only outlet. Which is sometimes really hard. He is in a bubble of sadness and a fair bit of anger and self pity as well. He won’t take any medication, except for vitamin supplements. We have had sex maybe six times in three years, and nothing for the last six months. We get along well, despite everything, and life isn’t terrible compared to many.
So this is where it gets weird. I have a hobby that gets me outside and is a massive stress buster. It’s been the only time I get away from the situation at home. I’ve met some really good people through it, and loved being able to stay fit. We had a weekend away recently, and there was a pub session in the evening. And I maybe had taken drink but it all came out to one of the men I’ve got to know. God knows why, but I told him all the gory details, poor man. First time I’ve told anybody. And when I had finished telling him, and crying, he gave me a huge hug and kissed the top of my head. That was it, I reeled sadly off to bed afterwards. Breakfast was a bit awkward, but he was so nice about it.
That one episode has brought out a whole bunch of feelings and emotions that were stuffed away in a dark corner. What if this is my life now? What if I never have sex again? I miss it so much, and having somebody actually touch me has left me reeling a bit. My poor DH recoils when I get near, and I’d got used to it until now.
Somebody please give me a virtual slap, or tell me how to get over myself. At the moment, all I want to do is find somebody who will make me feel not dead from the neck down and lock myself in a darkened room with them. It’s also left me resenting DH which I really don’t want to. This must happen to loads of people, how do you work through it?
Sorry this is so long, hope some of you have got to the end.
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Really, really stuck. I need wise words.
Tothetwigletzone · 24/04/2018 07:53
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