I need help, but it is impossible to get it. I'm caring for my husband who has an anxiety condition including mild agoraphobia. He cannot go anywhere without me there, and I have to be home with him, making my idea of doing a bit of ESL teaching a pipe dream. He also has bad arthritis and walks and gets up from his chair with difficulty. I have a carer's pension and he has a disability pension..
His condition means he is extremely critical and I get the brunt of it - constant criticism and anger when I make mistakes - even when I don't make a mistake, but things have gone a bit wrong. For example, he needed the surface spray: I gave him the almost empty can plus a can of normal spray, saying that was all we had. He got really impatient and shouted that there was another full one, then found there wasn't. No apology - never is. All my life, since early childhood I've been slightly deaf in my right ear, but he still gets mad when I mis-hear, and says I could hear properly if I tried..
He hates being here in Australia and misses England, but our sons are here and I know England has changed a lot: I know it is the past he wants, not current day England. In any case, he was the one who insisted we come.
He gets mad about everything - adverts, news, politcs, other peoples' driving, neighbours' dogs, me.....He says I'm not accepting getting older, and try to do too much. It is true I work hard in the garden, but it is where I find sanity and peace. Plus I grow food there.
He's a bad habit of raining on peoples' parades - if our sons come and see us and tell about some triumph or plan or whatever, he cannot stop himself fouring cold water on it .
I gave up driving years ago - I was never very good at it, and couldn't drive with him beside me for pretty obvious reasons. So how the hell can I get help? I can't tell him I need help, I'd get the third degree and make him much much worse. I cannot go anywhere secretly.
He's ex forces and has seen scary action, and hates the sedate life he has to live. He's highly intelligent and analyical, but refuses to concede to my own area of expertise, namely languages and linguistics. he insists he's right about things, where I know he is not right, but there is no point in arguing,
Sometimes he is his old, lovely self, and I relax and am happy. But I should never relax, because inevitably something I do or say triggers either a depression attack and withdrawal , or anger
I have got the the stage where I am constantly fighting back tears. If I let them show - I'll get questioned and pushed to explain why. I cannot specify why I feel such despair, but I have lost hope. Most of the time, I wear a cheerful face and refuse to let the constant picking get me down. I tell myself it is his condition, not his fault, not my fault, and I have a duty not to make things worse.
Sometimes I think I should just fight back - in fact yesterday I just lost it and yelled at him, but it didn't help in the end. I know it is in my power to change things, but I'm seeing things subjectively, from the inside. A psychotherapist could help me see the patterns that are harmful, and help me change them, for both our sakes.
I cannot consider counselling, he derides such things, and regards counsellors as either patronising 'lady bountifuls' or over qualified, underexperienced idiots.
So there you go - I keep having to escape to the loo - the only private place here, and stuff a hanky up my nose until the crying feeling dissipates, then swill my face with cold water and put on the OK act.
Help might well be available, but I can't access it without making things worse.
Sorry about the rant, and I know I'm not the on ly one in this position.