I have had non-reactive clinical depression since my early 20s. That is to say that I have coped with a lot of crap in my life and sailed through, yet every now and then - completely out of the blue - I will be floored by what feels like a lead weight attached to my stomach that drags me down, prevents me from doing anything at all and makes my emotions impossible to deal with. I cry, become paranoid, feel guilty, beat myself up about not having my shit together...all on a life-long cycle.
Anyway...
I am medicated and have had therapy from both psychiatrists and psychologists and that does help, but the meds are the things that keep me normal.
I have had relapses since that first one. And again - nothing causes them. Life is good, but I come crashing down anyway. It usually takes an adjustment to my meds and a couple of weeks to adjust and off I go again.
I am having a bad time.
It started about a week ago. I could feel it coming on. I was teary, irritable, paranoid and finding every day tasks nearly impossible.
I told my partner (of 5 years) that I was having 'a wobble' and that I'm off to the doctors, but I may be a bit tricky for a while. He has been through this with me before. We don't live together.
Anyway...this is where it gets difficult.
He is not helpful at all no matter how much I explain that I'm not rational, I'm not being deliberately annoying, I do need more reassurance than usual and I just need a bit of love and cheerleading for a bit.
What I get is logic. A telling off for not getting to the doctor sooner, quizzed about what he has done to make me feel so clingy and insecure (I always answer 'nothing. It's irrational, i can't help it, but I need you to be strong for me right now because my anxiety is eating away at me. And I'm sorry it's inconvenient.'
He makes me feel so much worse that I want to avoid being around him.
I have friends who are wonderful. They text a couple of times a day to say 'are you ok? Do you need anything? We love you and we're here for you.' And I appreciate that more than I can express. I want it from DP though, and he refuses to give it.
I am aware I am being selfish, self-centred and annoyingly needy. I do. I hate being like this. I hate being irrational and having a messy head.
But I know what helps and what doesn't - and he makes me feel worse. So what do I do about it?
If I tell him I want to be alone and not see him for a week I will have to deal with sulking and arguments.
If I go, I will be putting on a front, smiling through the pain and trying to be as 'normal' as I can so as not to put him out.
What do I do?
Has anyone else handled a DP who doesn't get it?
Or am I actually just being a selfish pain in the arse?