My husband suffers from severe anxiety and depression. We've been together nearly thirteen years and have two dds.
Over the years he has tried his hardest, he tried college, University, several jobs, all of which he had to quit due to debilitating health. He has had very little support from the NHS except an offer of group therapy which would be inappropriate in our area as he currently works for a mental health charity, and could potentially be in therapy with his service users. He has been on and off anti depressants for years.
Our first dd was born nearly four years ago and when I went back to work he became a stay at home dad, he did far more than his share in the home and was absolutely brilliant at being the main carer. He also picked up part time youth work in the evenings and began his own photography business. During this time he was actually called a "bum" by a relative, and really looked down upon by family on his dad's side for not having a 9-5 job.
Two years later, another dd, he gets offered his current job on the day I went into labour. I've seen him progress from being crippled by intrusive thoughts of worthlessness and self doubt, from suicidal thoughts, daily panic attacks that lead to severe IBS that left him in a lot of pain. I've seen it, and loved him through it. I've seen his sheer determination to keep on going and to make the best of life. He's in a good place at the moment but we know it's lurking and could set him back any time, but he has incredible strength and that's all come from within.
So when "friends" refer to him as flaky, a cop out, think he doesn't work enough or that he doesn't try, when people tell him to "just not think about it", when I have to cancel plans to help him on a bad day and people are down right rude to me about it, I get so fucking angry. I am finding it hard to let it all go over my head, I'm fiercely proud of his achievements and everything he has tried to do but often it is just seen as failures rather than celebrations.
I think one thing that doesn't help is he can't really talk to his friends about it, they get all awkward and dismissive. Or in some cases, willfully misunderstand.
How do I deal with this? I'm often a few words away from potentially wrecking friendships over this attitude, but I guess they're not particularly good friends in the first place.