Dp has just flown into a rage and headbutted a photo hanging on the wall. Glass everywhere. Disorientated himself. He says he is ok and doesn't need a Dr but has just admitted to me he's been on anti depressants for 6 weeks.. I had no idea.
I work 12 hour days, he works 10 including travel time and we have a ds aged 2. We have great weeks and then every so often something like this happens- last time he cut his wrist with scissors that I pulled from him, cutting my hand to bits in the process.
He's only ever gone for me once, pinning me to the sofa by he throat momentarily before I was able to scream at him enough to get him to stop.
It's like he enters a trance and can't help it- its terrifying.
He was sexually abused by his brother and mother when he was small, and his father and step family cut all ties with us when we had our son (another story for another day.. they didn't think I was the right one for him ultimately).
I'm at my wits end. I've been on anti ds myself since my son was born and recently was allowed to move to a lower dosage as I'm making steady progress.
I'm always wondering what happens next and scared in case things get broken or he hurts himself. I think we may be making each other ill.
I don't know where to turn so any guidance would be appreciated.