This morning I woke up shaky. My stomach was in knots, my chest felt tight, and the ground felt uncertain. Another argument with my partner last night, one that I tried so hard to make productive and kind, erupted in to harsh words and a depleting sense of loneliness. It's not uncommon anymore, but this one hit different. This one I knew I tried. This one did not come with an easy way to blame myself and take the weight off of him.
My partner is depressed. The type of depression that has worked its way in to you physically an mentally and becomes the screaming voice inside your head that over takes all other voices. The one that lives in fight or flight and only knowns defense and contempt. The life he has lead up to this point has been difficult, and he still managed to beat the odds in most respects.
He grew up with zero love an affection. I don't mean the simple not held enough as a child, but the version that causes a person to wire them selves to no longer need it for the child to survive and the later adult to reap the consequences. He learned the lesson that shutting down your emotions and never giving way to them was the safest way to survive the beatings and lack of basic emotional connection. Because of this, emotions are confusing, overwhelming, and untrustworthy. Validating anything other that very clear, logical emotion is asking him to climb everest. We are both aware of this.
Along with the depression he is a master at executive function, logic, black and white, and the bounds of his intelligence are endless. All things that I do not have myself.
For me, understanding and providing empathy for emotions is as easy as breathing. It is part of who I am and something I live for. When we work, we WORK. We both have the capabilities to bring our skills together to make magic, we have been in these places before.
Our current situation is.....lonely. He currently works a job that requires rotating shifts and VERY little time off. We have been in this situation for a little over three years. The irregular sleep has set off a chain reaction of continued deepening depression, both affecting him physically and mentally. I am trying desperately to remain kind, understanding, and loving. He is either working or sleeping ang and the energy he does have to be part of the family is minimal and directed primarily at our son who is 3. Those of you who have a 3 year old can most likely imagine the amount of stress that the feral little thing can have on your cortisol levels, as well as my 12 year old daughter who is an emotional rollercoaster of hormones and very reactive responses to all things. Life is difficult. And I am so so lonely.
Any time I try to gently approach the topic, my ocean of emotional understanding overfills the water glass he is trying to expand and he becomes immediately defensive despite me using years of education and experience to refrain from placing blame and work together on the issue. It seems almost the more effort I put in to my communication the more inferior he feels and the more angry he gets. I have been an emotionally abused victim of his depression.
This man is worthy of love. The small child in him is desperate to protect in the only way he was taught, and I so badly want to hold him and tell him that he is safe. That no one is here to hurt him and he is not at fault for any of this, and it is his responsibility. But it is like trying to soothe a pissed off porcupine.
There is a small light in that the extensive overtime will end in about 3 months, but in the mean time.... how to I support him, and survive the ache of feeling alone in a room full of people. There is so much more to this story clearly, but for those of you on the other side, or even in a better place.... Help. And for those of you in a similar place, I see you. Maybe we are not that alone...