DP has suffered from severe depression for over 20 years (since his Aunties death from cancer). We have been on and off in our relationship for 11 years (I love him dearly, but the stress of coping with my own epilepsy and 3 dc's, 2 of whom are SN, means that sometimes, I just can't cope with him on top). He has always steadfastly refused to take pills or talk to anyone (even me). His mother had MH problems when he was a young child as well, she was in and out of an inpatient ward for quite a bit of his childhood. Now he has always struggled with over-worrying about his health (i.e. he gets a cold and is convinced he is dying of cancer like his Auntie), but I've always been able to give him a rational explanation for his minor ailments and calm him down in the past.
Tonight was different. He was getting worked up over a small mouth ulcer, then the look in his eyes changed, and he was getting hysterical about it.
Quick bit of background - my own father had MH probs as well, was an LP to me, committed suicide when I was 10yo.
Now his 'faraway look' and hysterical-ness (not a real word, I know) Scared the fucking crap out of me. And I'm ashamed to admit it, but for the first time in 11 years of trying to help him cope with his problems, I totally lost my temper with him and started shouting at him to get with the fucking program it's only a fucking mouth ulcer you're not dying FFS just act like a fucking adult.
I'm getting concerned because my younger 2 DC's are picking up on how hysterical he gets with anything medical, and DS1 is moaning and groaning saying he's ill like my DP always is, and DS2 (DP's son) is actually pretending to choke on his food to get the attention he's craving from his dad. As it's the only time his dad seems to notice him.
I can't really explain in one post how OTT DP is with his hypochondria, suffice to say that he's been to the doctors 12 times this year for simple things that can be treated with paracetamol. Apparently his mother has always been the same, in fact it's mostly what her MH probs are, to the point where she has had (at least) 3 breakdowns due to worrying about her health. I think DP is about there.
I Can't fucking cope with this anymore. I have SO much else to cope with, I now feel like I'm about to crack. I only go out of the house to do the school run, the only people I speak to are on MN. Why won't DP pull himself the fuck together for the sake of our kids? I suffered from MH probs when I was younger, depression that I was sectioned for at 15 etc, but I haven't let myself fall too far without getting help since I had the DC's. If I need them I take the fucking AD's the GP prescribes. He gets the prescription and never takes any of them. It's like he doesn't WANT to get better.
I've just never seen him with the look he had in his eyes tonight, like he wasn't capable of processing rational thought. The only time I've ever seen that look in anyone elses eyes was my dad's the last time I saw him the day he killed himself. I'm so scared that DP is going to do the same as my dad did. I don't want my DC's to have to go through what I went through.
Sorry for long rambly post. If anyone can help me. Please.