I suffer from MS and am still recovering from a relapse I had a year ago. Once of the debilitating symptoms I have is brain fog/cognitive issues among other delightful symptoms. It can make relatively simple tasks sometimes become overwhelming because I can't figure things out because I get muddled and have difficulty concentrating.
I also suffer from anxiety and depression albeit relatively high functioning, as in I can get out of bed, shower most days, go to the shops and have relatively normal conversations with people. I go to counselling for this. (There's is a massive back story how I ended up here but I'll save that for another day.)
I got my eyes tested, didn't ask the right questions/kind of got mis sold glasses and ended up paying more than I wanted after I'd asked for the cheapest options. I was meant to speak to them today. The shop was busy. I brought up the subject and it was kind of dismissed "as women having expensive taste" or some shite and not taken seriously. If I was well I would have pursued it but I didn't. I just left. Dh basically telling me what I should have done after the fact....like being scolded/lectured.
Dh asked me to find out some information for him about finding where he can get a copy of the deeds to a flat we have. I found the website but that was about as far as I got as I couldn't figure out what to do. He asked me to phone them and rattled off a list questions to save him time. I tried but couldn't get through and gave up....and tbh wasn't quite sure what I was asking them even though I'd written it down.
Again scolded and lectured. He's grumpy and stressed so I let it slide.
I'm unable to work due to my MS/mobility issues and dh is really overwhelmed trying to keep everything going. He needs me (someone) to do things and I'm not able to do them and it's causing so much frustration on his part because he's so stressed out and frustration on my part because I can't perform how I used to and feel stupid.
He gets irritated with me and just doesn't understand how things like a phone call can be difficult. I've explained so many times the ins and outs of what's going on with me when he asks.
I get upset and cry. I was in tears a couple of times today after I got off the phone to him.
I know my illness makes things hard but I'm really feeling quite pathetic. Like I need a good kick up the arse or something. I try to compel myself to be more assertive etc but I just end up being the same pushover with people.
Sorry it's so long. Just wanted to get it off my chest.