by GTW13 » Fri Aug 30, 2013 1:03 pm
You have my total sympathy, my wife has PPD and it is a nightmare. She started to see a counsellor several years ago about stress, mainly generated from a dreadful childhood with a draconian mother although it was still going on up until her mother died. The counsellor said he wanted to see us both so as to get the full picture - at this time I was unaware she had PPD. Eventually, as is the case with PPD she decided she didn't agree with the counsellor so we terminated the sessions.
At the end of the sessions the counsellor told me in confidence that my wife suffered from PPD. I looked it up and, as with you, suddenly I had an explanation for all the irrational and over the top actions of the past, including trashing my computer room and attacking me in the car whilst I was driving us to see the counsellor - I was doing 70 mph at the time and arrived at the counsellors with my face bleeding. I love her dearly but it is becoming almost intolerable to live with her yet the protective side of me still wants to look after her.
I have been accused of all sorts of things like 'fancying little girls', 'being a homosexual' and many other unsavoury things that have no shred of truth except in her mind and that is the problem. Seeing things that aren't there, unwarranted accusations and bearing grudges literally for ever are the worst.
Recently she brought up something I allegedly said FOUR years ago when she was diagnosed with a small breast cancer, which I knew just never happened and she said 'I hope you get cancer and don't expect me to look after you'. I was out of work at the time she was diagnosed and so was able to be fully supportive and fortunately the cancer was small and was totally removed with no reappearance. She works voluntarily in a local hospice once a week and has told me how dreadful the disease can be so I was poleaxed that she would say that to me. I have forgiven her everything before that but I am really struggling with that one
She used to be so caring and loving and we were so close but she hasn't told me she loves me in 4 years, despite the fact I I used to tell her several times a week but have not since that incident. I work away from home during the week so I am not subject to her outbursts and as I own my accomodation I can stay away from home, although I do not see it as home these days.
My wife just does her own thing when I go home weekends and I cannot remember the last time I had a cooked meal. She eats her breakfast away from me with the dog and can't even be bothered to say goodnight when she goes to bed, but if she wants something doing she is nice as pie, but can turn in an instant.
I try so very hard to be nice as I would like things to be different but invariably I get unwarranted grief. For example last time I was home I went to get a bottle of Maple Syrup from the larder to put on waffles and I noticed that there was a dried streak on the side of the bottle and merely made the observation that it must have been leaking. She took this as a criticism of how clean she kept the place and went off on one.
Since her son, his partner and our 4 year old Grandaughter have come back to live in the UK about 3 years ago, I am lowest on the list of priorities behind them, the dog and her living relatives yet we used to be so close. Her son and I get on really well, she brought him up by herself, deciding not to tell his father that he existed and did not get married until we met at age 43 so he is the most important thing in her life.
He wishes he could help the situation as he knows what she is like and has told me that he knows she is capable of hurting (not literally) herself to get at someone.
Unless you have had to live with PPD, you have no concept how difficult it is and that it is very destructive in relationships, my biggest fear has always been that she will see something that only exists in her mind, terminate the marriage and carry on until she dies, firmly convinced that she was right. I have to constantly think about what I am going to say, evaluate it thoroughly and if there is the slightest chance of it being misconstrued I just don't say it.
I went to see the counsellor recently to try and get my head together and he said he guarantees she will not change unless someone close can convince her she has the problem and needs to get help - it certainly could not come from me or the counsellor. No one like that exists, her son could tell her but it would show her that he and I talk about the problem and she would go ballistic, or her brother but he lives about 80 miles away and as we meet infrequently he would have to take my word for it, although I have expressed my concerns to him in the past, but yet again it would be obvious who was the source and WW3 would break out.
However, one of the things with PPD is the patient invariably begins to mistrust the counsellor.
Do I keep trying and look after her because I love her at the possible expense of my health or what ?
For better for worse has a whole new meaning with PPD. Any time we try to discuss things she just rakes up the past, real or imaginary, doesn't listen to me literally and it becomes a lecture.
Not asking for sympathy, a solution or complaining, just wanted to show my understanding and support for the originator of this discussion string and maybe give more people an idea of how dreadful PPD can be to live with. Both he and I have tough decisions to make - I am 65 and we have been together 22 years and married for 19.