DP and I have been together for 15 years.
5 years ago I experienced a breakdown due to various traumatic issues in my childhood. I won't detail them, but basically my chickens came home to roost, so to speak, and I was diagnosed with post traumatic stress. I started counselling and also attempted to prosecute the perpetrator, ultimately unsuccessfully.
During this time my DP supported me. He had to listen to a lot of quite horrible stuff. He proposed that I go NC with my parents, which had a massively beneficial impact on my life. I had been silent about what happened for so long (I'm late thirties now) that it was an incredible feeling to finally be able to talk about what I'd been through. I'm sure anyone who's experienced similar stuff knows how this feels. At last I felt vindicated and listened to.
My DP didn't discuss this with anyone else. We never chose to do this but he felt it would be disloyal to me if he spoke to friends or family; also, he was worried in case people started seeing me differently. So basically, while I had him, my close friends and my counsellor, plus the police, he had nobody to talk to about how this was affecting him. (My 2 closest friends knew, but none of his did.)
After a year I was made redundant and things took a massive downturn. I became hideously depressed. I was unemployed for about a year and our relationship completely changed. I couldn't make any decisions, it was as though I had become a child. I was completely dependent upon my DP. I literally gave up. It was, if I may, fucking horrific. And again, my DP was on his own. He didn't have anyone he felt he could talk to. He was shouldering the entire burden for us both.
I eventually got myself out of this. To cut an already long story short I found a new job and my depression, although still there, is very much under control. The problem is that my DP, finally, is expressing all the anger and hurt he felt at what happened. And I don't know if we can survive.
We do love each other. We have fun together. But in his mind, I am still the person I was a couple of years ago. I am still incapable of doing anything. I am still dependent. This manifests itself in him blowing up at me whenever I ask him for help with something, or for advice, or for his opinion. Then I end up angry and frustrated because I try so hard to show him that I am not that person any more, I have "come back" and I want us to move forward.
I've suggested counselling but he flatly refuses to even entertain the idea. He says I'm making it all about me, and it's been all about me for years. Which I agree with.
What do I do?