I'm hoping a wonderful somebody on this forum can advise/assist. My
partner is depressed. I believe he's been generally depressed for most
of our 17 years together. His mum believes it dates back to his
adolescence (he's mid-40s). He's also an alcoho...
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I'm hoping a wonderful somebody on this forum can advise/assist. My
partner is depressed. I believe he's been generally depressed for most
of our 17 years together. His mum believes it dates back to his
adolescence (he's mid-40s). He's also an alcoholic (although not
drinking at the moment) with a tendency towards narcissism, and has
serious attachment/abandonment issues (he's adopted, with deep-seated
anger and shame about it). Nothing is, or ever has been, his fault; and
he's been allowed to get away with murder by his absolutely adoring
family. So, you can imagine how well things went when, late last year,
he was retrenched. Given the dying industry in which he works, it was
completely foreseeable to everyone except him. He fell into a heap -
drank like a verbally abusive fish for a couple of weeks until I was
ready to leave, and had to be supervised because he was completely
unstable and has never had to practice resilience or problem-solve for
himself (I've always been the primary earner and organiser). He has
refused to actively participate in any problem solving for three months.
He has stopped drinking, but has replaced it with eating, and his weight
has ballooned which makes him unhappier. He spends most of his time
watching TV or lying in bed while I work 60+ hour weeks plus study
(post-grad in clinical psych - oh, the irony). He has two friends, both
of whom he's pretty much sidelined. He won't contemplate that he is
experiencing a major depressive episode, and won't see his GP or a
counsellor. He's angry with me because I baulked at forking out $20k on
weight-loss surgery (on a whim - he just booked himself in one day. We
absolutely cannot afford it.) In short, he's doing absolutely nothing to
help himself, and I'm exhausted - I also do all the cleaning, cooking,
shopping and organising, because otherwise we'd live in squalor and
starve. He constantly phones or texts me at work saying he needs to
speak urgently (panic stations), so I excuse myself from meetings, etc,
to call him, only to be told that he "can't talk about it any more". He
knows I'm frantic about him suiciding, and I think it's just
manipulative. The final straw is being repeatedly told that I'm not
supportive enough. Has anyone else been in this situation? I am
seriously at the point of walking away - I can't (and won't) live like
this with a man who won't help himself. At what point does it stop being
depression, and start being a childish, self-pitying wallow?