@CherryPickle I get it. I get how impossible it is to live when you can’t have feelings of your own, on your own account, about your own life, in case it causes feelings of shame for your partner. Who then needs you to comfort him in his distressing feelings about the fact that you have your own distressing feelings.
I’m ADHD, and it has taken me years (and, frankly, the mirror of my DH’s ADHD traits held up to me) to recognise my own rejection sensitivity, and to recognise that it’s not based in fact; that it’s a misfortune of my nervous system like my arthritis is a misfortune of my joints - it means some things are painful for me that aren’t by their nature inherently painful. And it’s ultimately up to me to manage my pain. I can’t expect the pavement or the stairs to take responsibility for hurting my knees. I can choose better shoes, I can take the lift, I can take ibuprofen and glucosamine and look after myself. But expecting the mechanics of walking to change itself to spare my discomfort isn’t going to get me anywhere.
There will be some friction and conflict in every relationship. Expecting your partner never to voice - or even accidentally, unconsciously express - any dissatisfaction because that feels painful and attacking does not make for a mutual, reciprocal, relationship in which both people matter equally.
One of the best things we have managed in our relationship is to acknowledge the ways in which we can both be desperately annoying and tedious. And to understand that we can also care about each other and respect each other. While sometimes being driven absolutely up the wall.
This has taken years, and all sorts of heartache, and has involved crafting a very, very low demand life, that doesn’t look much like other people’s, and we don’t do anything together and DH hardly leaves the house. And I do really mourn all the things we can’t do, all the ways in which my own life is limited. The enormity of my caring responsibilities, which are for the most part unacknowledged by my DH. And I can’t dwell too much on that or I can get a bit despairing.
But if my DH hadn’t had a bit of capacity to self-reflect (which he does, a bit) and if I hadn’t ’gone first’ in admitting all the ways in which I’m flawed and impaired, and let him really go to town on all my faults so that he could then (eventually) feel (marginally) OK to concede that he’s not always entirely perfect, things would be unbearable.
it took having a PDA child to understand that I will always have to go first. I will always have to absolutely denigrate myself and submit to and prostrate myself before my DH and DC before they will be able to collaborate worth me. And I can do it because I have seen it does eventually get us somewhere better. But fuck me ot smarts sometimes.