Hi all
I’ve had an account for a short time, but only just making my first post today.
For backstory, I am 30 years old, and my husband is 37. We’ve been together for almost 12 years, and I love him dearly. We both have disabilities, but I am his carer full time due to how severe his disabilities are now. Last year he spent 6 weeks in hospital (half in ICU) due to pneumonia, and this year he has finally been able to access mental health support due to hitting crisis back in June (its been an ongoing thing for many years, but this is the first time he has actually gotten help from the NHS, as they have always found a way to avoid doing so until now!). He has mental health issues, and physical health issues. We both are neurodivergent too.
I have been his carer now for around 7 years, alongside working full time, as a carer! Before that, I grew up around caring, helping my mum with our elderly neighbours, and then caring for her when she became ill when I was a teen.
During the most recent mental health crisis I had to take time off work to look after him, as there wasn’t anyone else who could help. At the same time, I lost contact with my family due to a lot of bad history stuff, and a lack of support. We have two friends who are nearby who provide emotional support to a point, and one of them is soon to be my husband’s PA, but for various reasons this hasn’t begun yet.
I thought during the time I was off work that I had hit burnout. I felt drained, and isolated. I began therapy. But then this week, during my therapy session, I had a massive breakdown. Everything hit me at once and I realise I am now in burnout. I am back at work 30+ hours a week, in a demanding role, I am trying to complete my diploma which is attached to my work (it is required else I cannot work there), and I am still caring for my husband every hour of the day when I am not at work - and panicking and hoping he doesn’t do anything to himself while I am at work/that he is able to get to things he needs while I am there and doesn’t have an accident.
Now we have just had Christmas for the first time with limited to no contact with my family (his family are wonderful but sadly quite a distance away!), and I realised during therapy that I just don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know what I enjoy now. I had a carers assessment from the local council and they asked me what I wanted to do for me, and I couldn’t think of anything. I just asked for help to go swimming again (something I did used to enjoy) but mainly so I could potentially take my husband swimming again, and go with the service users I support, and help with sourcing money for driving lessons (again, something primarily to support my husband and to make sure that I can get to him quicker if there is an emergency etc, rather than relying on public transport or costly Ubers).
I broke down in therapy, and I broke down again when I got home and apologised to my husband for doing so, as I didn’t want him to feel bad about it. I just do not know what I enjoy anymore. I don’t know how to find time to enjoy things anymore. Unfortunately due to my husband’s trauma, we can’t have other people in our home, so while I am struggling a lot to keep on top of things at home (and doing a terrible job, the place is a mess!), I can’t even ask someone to come in and help.
I’m at the point where I don’t even know what food I like, as I grew up with such a limited palate (partly due to my own Autism & ADHD, partly due to my parental figure), and now I rely heavily on my husband to introduce me to different food and I can’t even make a decision on what I want to eat without asking him as I am terrified of ordering something I wont like and wasting money (he is really good at knowing what I like).
I know I cant be alone in feeling like I’ve lost myself, but I don’t know how to get out of this. I don’t know how to find things I might enjoy.
It’s partly helpful just shouting this into the void, but if anyone has any ideas on how to get out of this chasm I would appreciate anything. I just need to be a human again and have some kind of identity outside of caring and I don’t know how to.