Sorry this is long and garbled. I'm on my phone and trying to avoid drip feeding.
DH has been having a tough time at work, it seems like forever, stuck in dead end jobs with long hours. His last job, which was supposed to be a promotion, turned out to be a disaster and the woman he was working with was a nasty piece of work, a real bully. He left after a few months but was pretty crushed by the experience.
He started his latest job in September. We were all so relieved as he has got out of the trade like he’s wanted to for so long and the hours are so much more liveable, although it's a bit less money. Unfortunately the woman training him seems to have been giving him a bit of a hard time. Yesterday she became upset with him and stormed out of the room. They spent the last half hour of the day in silence and he was really really wound up when he got home.
This morning, he was talking about not going into work, calling in sick, borrowing a lap top and using the time to find a new job. I was pretty appalled as its been less than 2 months! I have tried so hard to be sympathetic and supportive with his work trials and tribulations over the last decade, but this time I had such high hopes for this working out. I suggested he should go in, make this woman a coffee and sit down sensibly with her and talk about what happened yesterday. I even gave him suggestions of things he might say and to discuss it all with his line manager again. He wasn’t having any of it, saying he just can’t face it and its not going to work. Also he’s got no-one to talk to and I’m not supporting him, which is exasperating as we’ve talked of little else these last few weeks, I just feel like he doesn’t want to hear what I have to say.
Anyhow, he was saying things like this is the worst time of his life, he just can't face her, he feels alone, he's got no fight left in him anymore. It occurs to me that this is not actually a usual response to someone being a bit of a pain at work. I suggest he maybe needs to see a doctor,and on a whim I booked an appointment for him.
The doctor has now signed him off for two weeks with depression and anxiety and given him a prescription for ADs. To be honest, we are both in a bit of a state of shock. Since my light bulb moment this morning things have moved on pretty fast.
There's no denying it's been a tough 2 years, DH and I have both really struggled since DC2 was born and felt pretty wrung out most of the time. But I thought it was me that was hanging by a thread emotionally at times, I'm not sure how to process the idea that it's him/both of us who're struggling. How have I been so blind to this? Now I think of it, he has been moody and not his usual self. I just thought it was the pressure of two kids and due to me struggling.Where can we go from here?
Thanks if you've got this far. I really needed to offload and feeling a bit lost.