I’m sorry to post over 3 posts here. This thread is almost making me cry. The utter bollocksof the “be kind ” brigade combined with the awful predicament the poster, and others who’ve experienced relationships with someone with schizophrenia.
As I said in earlier posts, 30 years of marriage, first 10 he was fine, then 10 years of volatile, chaotic, unpredictable and sometimes abusive behaviour. He knew he was not himself sometimes, I knew he was ill somehow. Not obviously psychotic. No GP realised. Eventually,10 years into it, full psychosis, and diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. Drug taken mainly for those 10 years. Stopped. Lied, deceived and gaslit me for 6 months. Frankly didn’t realise he was capable of that. Now exh. His choice to not take meds. But his choice to deceive and lie rather than to tell me and psychiatrist up front. Loss of trust is what meant I had to break the marriage. It was safeguarding issue.
and that’s the first important thing, OP. He has not been honest with you. You will never ever know whether he complies with any meds, no matter how ill he is (short of being sectioned which is surprisingly unusual in England) . Not unless you treat him like a child and stand over him while he takes them. And as intimate partner that isn’t your job.
OP, for a while, years ago, I went to a carers support group.not for long. I was ground down with misery and hopelessness of carers there without exception. A lot of them said “ leave now..no point staying..”. I simply didn’t want to hear that. Why not? I was taken in by that insidious little emotion we call “hope”
i “hoped” his condition would be stable. I “hoped” he would be compliant with meds. I mostly “hoped” we could get back to our emotional intimacy, friendship and partnership of the first 10 years of our marriage.
”hope” is the enemy. It stops us doing something difficult. Making the difficult decisions that something has to change.
our marriage, the physical and emotional intimacy, changed irreparably when he became ill and this illness took away his executive function, consumed him in delusions thoughts, voices, that painted me as the enemy when there was no longer anyone else around to “hang” his delusions on.
there was literally only me in the end. I was sole carer, sole breadwinner, sole parent to our dc, domestic servant. I became only his carer, parent, CPN, observer for psychiatric updates. And yes, we’re not biologically attracted to people we have to care for. Clever little piece of evolution that. Intimacy was lost. I was never so rejected and lonely. I lost my deepest supporter, lover, and friend
don’t let “hope” override those gut instincts that he can’t be trusted. Don’t let hope make you listen to the “be kind” brigade with their “ would you feel the same if he had cancer”. Go now, while you can. You will not survive intact if you stay and make your future with him.
sorry to be so dramatic OP. I don’t tend to post on these threads much these days. It’s 9 years on. I’ve had a lot of great therapy for PTSD. But it’s still sad.