Hello everyone. I am new to the Forum and am posting in the hope that someone on here will be able to say: “Me Too” and help me not feel so terribly alone in all this.
My husband started CBT a year ago after many years of progressively damaging behaviour. He has a diagnosis of severe depression and abandonement anxiety. I consider myself his main carer and life at times is very tough. Today things have come to a head and I find myself on the sofa in tears with nobody to turn to.
He displays behaviour that would previously be termed “manic depressive” although he does not have a diagnosis of bipolar. He goes through periods of mania and compulsive spending, which he then attempts to conceal by lying. I have employed all of the strategies people advise. I control the finances and give him an allowance that is “his” that he can spend on what he wants and he has a bank account with no overdraft facility. I do everything I can to keep him away from credit. I make sure all the essential bills for the house etc are taken care of. Anyone who cares for someone like this knows what it is like… the constant need to be vigilant. He has, on many occasions, stolen and destroyed my post to conceal any bad spending.
He is also very clingy during a bad patch and is unwilling to be on his own. For me, this equates to me being unable to get much time to myself. If I wake up in the night for a wee, for example, he will often get up too…
Today, I have managed to get him to undertake an activity out of the house for a few hours to get some time on my own. This is a rare treat for me, and I planned to sort some Christmas gifts. I have a cash fund that I savw throughout the year for such things.
I have discovered this morning that he has taken the entire £1600 I saved throughout the year and frittered it away. I am heartbroken. Not only from the deceit (this is not the first time he has stolen from me) but because I now have no money for Christmas for him, my relativrs, and my two children from a previous marriage. This is the latest incident in a long history of lies, deceit and deception that - whilst I know are caused by his illness - are so painful and upsetting. It seems that I am the one who has to suffer from his illness, even though I am the one who cares for him all the time.
I do not feel that I can leave him, as he would have nobody to look after him and genuinely cannot manage life in the “real world” on his own. At the same time, if I tell anyone what life in my home is like when he is really bad - they would tell me to leave.
I hold onto hope that he will get better one day. I have memories of the time “before” this illness when he was such a different person. But they seem so long ago…
I just need someone to put a (virtual) arm around me until I can find the strength to remember that tomorrow is a new day and I will feel much better after a short interlude.
L