As the disabled spouse I see so much of myself in your husband’s actions and I see so much of you in my husband whilst he was trying to hold it all together.
Although I’ve had my disability for 26 years, my health massively deteriorated 3 years ago and it completely upended our life.
I had to give up work and the effect that had on me was immense because having to come to terms with the fact that I could no longer be the person I always had been, and it was a health condition that was beyond my control that had taken away the essence of me, was unbearable. I was so, so angry at life. I completely shut down from family and friends because it felt like I didn’t have the emotional or mental energy to even cope with being around with them. They’re chatting to me about their lives, their usual goings-on and meanwhile my life had just fallen apart and I felt so much resentment towards them. I used to thibk, “Why on earth do they think I want to hear about what they did at the weekend when I’ve just had to give up my career and I can’t even leave my house?” I can’t even explain the anger I felt towards the world, not that I ever let it show, I just let it seethe within me, and bubble over in the inside and then my mental health hugely suffered…..not that I let that show either. I stayed silent when I was with people, I had no desire to converse with people or spend time with people, and then I just cried a lot when I was on my own. The despair I felt about losing the life I knew, my freedom, my independence, was indescribable. That was 3 years ago now and I still haven’t fully been able to accept what my illness has done to me and my life. I’ve been in counselling for the last year which has massively helped and I have made changes to my life to try and get parts of me back, but I will always feel sadness at what my illness has stolen from me.
Whilst I have been battling all of this my husband has been holding us all together (we have two children) and it has been a huge strain on me. For the first year when I was at my lowest I think he was walking on egg-shells around me because he knew how low and fragile he was, he didn’t know what the right thing to say was, he didn’t want to upset me, he didn’t want me to feel like a burden by having discussions about finances or how me move forwards etc - he could tell that mentally I was still trying to process what had happened to me and how my life had changed, and that I wasn’t remotely in a place to be all positive and have talks about looking to the future. He was purely in “practical mode” of doing what he needed to do to keep things ticking over, keeping on top of the finances, the money, the children etc and just generally making sure I was ok (in whatever form that took). It put a huge strain on our relationship but I was entrenched in my grief and that I just didn’t have the emotional/mental capacity to acknowledge that alongside trying to learn how to adapt to my new way of living and managing my health. It was incredibly difficult for him.
After about a year though I began to see what impact my health and my attitude was having on the family as a unit as opposed to just myself and that’s when I started taking steps to try and improve things so that we could become a functioning and happy family again. It has been difficult for me because in some ways I’m constantly being reminded of what I can’t do now that I used to be able to do so I’m relieving the grief a lot, but I have to keep picking myself up and reminding myself that we are all in it together and that we have to find a way forwards that works for us all, in a way that makes life easier for my husband but also protects my health as much as we can. It’s a complete juggling/balancing act and it’s been a total roller coaster whilst we navigate this new way of how we have to love. It’s been incredibly difficult for both me and my husband, so many emotions and tears (and arguments when I’ve been at my lowest) but he’s supported me through it every step of the way. It has undeniably made our marriage stronger and he knows without a doubt how much his support has meant to me and I tell him all the time. However, although I can do that now because I’m in the right headspace to look back and realise what he sacrificed for me, but in the acute phase of when life fell apart (the first year) I was so shut down I couldn’t take on board anything, especially how his life had been impacted. I’m sure he very felt very similar to how you are feeling now….. shut out, unappreciated and weighed by the extra work on his shoulders all whilst not knowing how to be around and how to support me properly for fear of getting it wrong.
We are coming out the other side of it now, and I will forever be grateful for everything he did to keep our family afloat whilst I was sinking, and he knows that. I hope that as time passes (and it may take some time) that your husband will also look back and really see and understand the impact his diagnosis had on you, and not just him.
Illness doesnt just impact the person suffering with the condition, it happens to the family as a whole. That’s why there are so many support agencies for spouses, children and carers who are dealing with family members with chronic conditions, because they suffer too. Okay, they don’t suffer the physical aspects of the condition, but they are affected in lots of ways too and that needs to be appreciated and recognised more, especially because they usually feel like they can’t voice how much they’re struggling because they fear criticism and judgement (as seen by some of the awful comments you’ve had on this thread).
Vent away OP - you’re fully justified in doing so.