Yes, I think DH had been biting his tongue for a long time but realised it was the only way to stop me walking. And yes, I have told him I'm going to see Joseph, he just hasn't discovered my secret passion
Re the docs - are there not any sympathetic ones you can talk to? If they can't tell you're suffering from depression, then what on earth are they doing? Basically, I went in there and burst into tears on the poor chap and told him I was depressed. He was lovely (I wouldn't see any of our female doctors, they're all unsympathetic witches). We discussed the various options - excercise, therapy and drugs. I went for drugs, and began to feel better almost immediately. So good luck.