After six point five years of no sleep, Dh being on AD's half that time, and all the rest I have finally accepted that I need to do somethinga ter breaking down in front of a rep from the national autistic society yesterday. Dh has managed to be OK for a while now, but Sam getting his ASD diagnosis (probably seeing it in writing) finally did it for me, I think.
No sense of humour, weight gain (going to go back to WW before it gets too hard to deal with), insomnia so bad can't sleep before midnight or after 3 am, tearfulness- all the usual.
Hate asking for help, and history has shown Dh always manages a relapse 2 days after I admit being low that means he goes sick and I have to deal with everything- really dreadingt hat happening as he alwys ahs to be the priority