Struggling here, really struggling. By some distance, this have been the most agonising period of my 47 year-old life, riddled with grief, confusion, frustration, loneliness and despair. Days have become things to get through; nights can last forever. At worst, I go to bed hoping never to wake up; at best I can see threads of light that suggest things won’t always be so unbearable. I am desperate for some more illumination.
My wife (A) and I are seeing a relationship therapist, one who specialises in sexual difficulties in couples. Both A and I really like her, and I in particular have been mightily impressed with what she's had to say about us - and me.
I say "me" because I am struggling with depression. The therapist has surmised that this probably stems from the fact that, as the eldest of three children, I had to grow up in a hurry and took on responsibility from a very early age. I lost out on an important part of my childhood. It's her belief that I have carried a degree of depression with me ever since adolescence (A believes I have been more or less depressed ever since she's known me). Recently, though, it's flared up into a major depressive episode, and one that has led me to think of abandoning our 15-year marriage. I seem to have lost almost all my feelings of affection for A. There is a huge disconnect in my brain just now, as if a switch has been turned off. Lately I have come home from work, removed my coat, walked up the stairs and cried like a child. It's an emptiness I have never felt before, in all my life. At various times, A has accused me of lacking in kindness and tenderness, of ignoring her, and of barely tolerating her. She has made efforts to kiss me and I have pulled away, sometimes in tears. I don't understand why this is happening, and at this point I don't believe it will go away. It is excruciating.
I believe the root cause of this problem is sexual incompatability. We have not had intercourse in years. I am not interested in A and and don't find her or her approach to sex at all enticing. Perhaps as a result of this - or is it because of my depression? - I have become impotent. The therapist pointed out it’s very difficult for two people with low self-esteem (and good grief that's us) to sustain a healthy relationship. She'll try to help us address this, of course. But I don’t know whether she can make me desire A again. I’m also worried that we could spend many months trying to come to terms with this and end up making things worse. A is convinced I have already decided on ending the relationship and am just going through the motions with the therapy. Perhaps I am - I don't even know for myself. But I'd like to believe I still care.
Sex is a topic I have always found difficult to discuss with A (indeed, I think talking about sex has always been difficult for us) and I’m not sure the therapy will make it any easier. But I am beginning to realise that I am desirable and entitled to a fulfilling sex life, with someone who is comfortable in providing it. And the feeling I am left with – 15 years too late, perhaps – is that this person is not A.
At the same time, though, I am not sure whether this depressive episode is being caused by the lack of sexual fulfilment, or whether sex has not been fulfilling because I have been depressed. The therapist isn't sure, either. But I'm not sure I can bear another year of this. I have also started to worry about how this continued lack of interest toward A might be affecting her – and how my lack of desire could be eating away at her own sense of self-worth. Whatever happens, I think it’s important that she carries on confident as she can be in who she is and what she has to offer. I don’t want her to feel she is worthless as a person.
I have written A a letter but am in two minds as to whether to send it to her. Would it be appropriate to post it here?