This will be long and possibly jumbled so I apologise in advance.
Me - I am in my 30's, 4 children (2 from previous relationship and 2 with DH) I have some sort of chronic pain/fatigue condition, likely autoimmune and were trying desperately to get a diagnosis but progress is slow, no pain management strategy in place and my condition varies from completely disabled, cannot loft arms, head, cannot walk, think through the fog to being able to work part time but slowly and still in a lot of pain. Paracetamol and ibuprofen take the edge off when I take them at full dose for the day but certainly don't get rid of the pain and I'm not comfortable taking them to that extent every day without a proper medical advice. I also have asd and find relationships and being 'normal' bloody hard, I mask well but have recently been working with a therapist to find out who I am without the mask and unraveling all that. I am not naturally affectionate (although caring to a fault)
I have a life time of trauma to work through also and bereavements.
DH - 30s professional, quite highly respected in his job, ambitious, adventurous, a great father, funny, intelligent and thoughtful, he is also someone who craves affection, confirmation and reassurance he over thinks little things and get himself worked up over them and is incredibly insecure about our relationship.
We're like chalk and cheese, he likes crowds and hubbub, I like silence and calm, this hasn't usually been a problem, we have always agreed on major morals and have compromised to try and meet in the middle.
We also have 1 disabled child who also has behavioural special needs which are being ignored by everyone, another teen, a younger DC with SEN and then another child too.
Every so often (at least once a year usually 2-3 times) DH will suddenly break down, he's insecure, feels something is missing, feels like he's not valuable enough to us, like he doesn't bring anything to the table.
He is convinced that once upon a time we had 'movie' style love, hearts and flowers etc and that I was affectionate, passionate etc. However he seems to have a very rose tinted view because it was never like that, IM not like that and never have been, it's beyond me as a person sadly.
This seems to be where it stems from, I physically can't be very affectionate (a hand on his or reaching out with a foot whilst laying in bed) because I'm in pain, raising my arms to hug his is agony etc etc, obviously sex has been non existent for about 6 months, my health whilst always bad has gotten worse and worse over the past 18 months and I've had no time where I've felt well and pain free.
He claims he's not worried about sex but the affection is what he craves, I try to be affectionate as I can in my own way and treasure him daily that I love him and cherish him but that is not enough it would seem.
I asked what he thinks will happen if I become permanently disabled so can't be physically intimate and he claims he'll adapt because he made a vow and he loves me.
We're there again, this time he went to kiss me and apparently I flinched, I don't realised I had (it was early morning and I don't sleep at the moment so I'm shattered) and then he left for work and later I got a super long essay about how we're platonic and he feels like he's clearly not enough or is he different and that I don't let him help me with my illness so he feels useless.
I have explained umpteen times that he can help by being proactive and helping around the house, with the kids, supporting me in getting a diagnosis and management plan, but he wants to support me with hugs, kisses and physical support moving around and I don't want that, I know my body and my limits and I can move with as little as pain as possible because I've done it for years, if he tries to pull me up I might get more hurt. It's a control thing on my part, I'm very protective of my illness and have spent my whole life adapting.
We had a year about 4 years ago where I fell pregnant, I was devastated and my MH took a real hit, o love our children but find 4 hard work and pregnancy and births leave me a wreck. I had a MC anyway so don't need to make a decision in the end and DH now admits that he felt like I hated and resented him during that time.
Shortly afterwards I got to implant and it made me like a zombie, I bled constantly and wasn't really present at all (physically i was there but didn't speak/engage) I had this removed and it took a good year for me to feel like I was human again.
DH took this really badly and felt the whole time like I'd shit off from him, he says this was the turning point and it all started feeling 'off' from then on, everytime he breaks down this period is brought up and has to be discussed at length about how awful it was for him.
We have such stressful lives (we sleep on a tiny sofa in our lounge where the kids eat/play/have friends over, where we have medical professionals in for DC etc etc, there's NO scope for a babysitter, not with DC SEN so we don't have time alone in a space that isn't our living room.
I don't know what to do anymore, I have asked him to think about taking to a therapist and then maybe couples counselling?
I've asked him to decide if he thinks he can accept me as I am (I am like a rock but not cold, I just show my affection differently) and accept my illness or if he can't (and I wouldn't blame him, it's shitty) to tell me
So we don't do this forever.