Hello, I am new here. My spouse has had severe depression and anxiety since I’ve known them. They have never had a job except to write listicles for clicks for a website. We have been married for two years, and initially we had planned to move back to my country but when the opportunity to get a spouse visa (through a PIP exemption) came up, we decided to take it, because my spouse cried and cried at the idea of going somewhere new, and we were afraid that we wouldn’t be able to afford mental health treatment for them. Since then, I have worked full time, and as they lost all benefits except for PIP, mine is really our sole income. Things were really looking up this spring. They had just interviewed and got a part time relief worker job, to be able to slowly get into work. We were planning to move closer to my work so I don’t have an hour’s commute, and to start trying to have a baby in February. Within weeks, my spouse had a dramatic breakdown and went into a mental hospital. During their hospitalization, they continuously strangled themselves, leading to over-aggressive holds by the nurses. Then when they were taken to a physical medical appointment, they ran away from their 1-1 nurse, ran into a church, and because of the nurse’s neglect, they were able to light themself on fire with candles from the church. (This was while I was away on holiday) They endured burns on 12% of their body. All in all, they were hospitalized for 3 months before coming back home
My spouse has been back to the mental hospital 3 times since their discharge, this final one is section 2. They have been having flashbacks about the fire, and hallucinations, but they wouldn’t talk to me about any of it. I went away for a weekend, to get a break for myself, made a safety plan with them and everything, and as soon as I left, they went right back to A&E and the mental hospital, but would not stick to the plan I had put so much effort into arranging, that they would go stay with their parents until I got back. They are obsessed with getting back on the ward where they were abused and neglected. They are convinced that it is the only place that they will get “what they need,” that every other ward will kill them, that their nurses and mental health professionals at the Acute Day Unit are trying to kill them. The professionals make this obsession worse because every time my spouse brings it up, someone promises to look into whether it is a possibility, even though they have been told point blank that they cannot return there.
While they were in A & E waiting for transport to the hospital, they wanted to know which ward they would be taken to. I had my arm linked with theirs because they were wobbly, and they started ranting to the nurse about how they needed to go to this ward. I patted their arm to comfort them, and they slapped me. They aren’t much bigger than me, so it’s not like it left a mark, but it stung and I could still feel it several minutes later, and it frightened me so much.
I have never been hit in a relationship before. People ask me if perhaps my spouse was delusional or having hallucinations that led them to hit me. I went to the waiting room to get away from them (after getting my coat and shouting at them for hitting me), and 5 minutes later, I got a text from them saying that they were sorry they hit me, that it was because they were having hallucinations and there were too many people. I don’t know how these things work, but I get the impression that a person doesn’t pull themselves together from hallucinating after five minutes to recognize that they were hallucinating.
I just don’t know what to do now. Regardless of whether my partner has the ability to actually physically hurt me, I don’t want to live in an environment where my spouse is doing violence to me. I don’t feel safe bringing a child into the world that could suffer because of a future breakdown, or could see me hit by someone I love. I’m 35, so I’m running out of time. I already have a week’s holiday planned, and I’m trying to work with my boss to extend it so I can go back to my country and get some serious space from this situation. I don’t have a lot of close friends here because I work in an environment with high turnover, and the people I do know from work live close, while I live across town. I’m not getting much support from anyone here.
My grandma is really big into Al-Anon, and I’m really feeling that “love is not enough” thing right now.