My DH manages not to be overwhelmed by DC because of his capacity to switch all of his senses off at will. So he can endure a lot of DC’s extreme behaviours better than I do, which is helpful. (Though in some ways also unhelpful - he’ll offer himself as a human shield if he notices DC is attacking me, but he won’t think with me proactively about how to work with DC to reduce the violence - he just responds in the moment by vanishing into dissociation while being pummelled and spat at)
He can relate to a lot of DC’s very intense niche special interests, which is really helpful in bonding with DC.
But he remains so switched off all the time that it is like the world outside his own mind doesn’t exist at all. He never has any idea what day it is or what month or whether it’s morning or afternoon. All he’s eaten in weeks is frozen peas.
He doesn’t know when school terms happen or when the bins are collected or what DC will eat or what the PIN is to his bank card, or where his bank card even is. He’s been locked out of PayPal and Amazon for not paying for things / forgetting his password and then forgetting to reset it over and over and so can’t buy anything on his own. He also can’t make any decisions about practical things so I have to buy his clothes for him like a child when his clothes fall apart. He doesn’t know which are the laundry tablets and which are the dishwasher tablets - and can’t seem to work it out by reading the packets.
He needs me to tell him every time what buttons to press on the washing machine, in what order, and if I ask him to Google it he gets arsey, and when I tell him his eyes are just flat and blank and I know he’s not taking in anything I say, and instead is thinking about the migratory patterns of various birds, or whether ‘dark yellow’ is an olive colour or a mustard colour, or something else of particular theoretical fascination for him.
I feel like I am running a care home sometimes. And I’m not doing it very well, because I have no support or infrastructure, and nobody I can consult, and no budget, and no respite, and I can’t go home at the end of a shift to an environment where I can feel calm and maybe even do something for myself.