Posted by llrrrpp on May 22, 2006, at 5:58:43
That I'm crazy?
Apparently the only concept he has of "crazy" is acute psychosis. As long as I still know who I am, and who I'm talking to, then I'm not crazy. I try to tell him how sick I am, and he says that those type of thoughts have always been part of my personality. I've always been kind of pessimistic, and I've always had low self-esteeem. I even told him that I was suicidal, and he cannot even begin to fathom why? He had many good arguments why I should live, and love to live. My personal favorite was this one: (he's so sincere, and so stable and so strong, but I almost wanted to knock him upside the head when he said it.) "You have ME, and I'm a really good husband. I treat you well, and I do the dishes, and do more housework than most other husbands, and I take care of you. I'm good looking, and I'm fun to be around" (yeah, and SO modest...). At the end of this touching little monologue, he had convinced himself that there was a lot to live for, but maybe not me, so much. "Sure honey, go see the shrink, you know I don't believe in that stuff. Depression will be all better when there's nothing to be sad about. I can take away all your stress, and then you'll be all better. I promise...I don't know why you see the shrink, but go ahead, if you think it will help you" (I might as well say: Honey, I'm going to the mall to buy some new shoes, because I'm feeling bad, and need to cheer myself up.-- sure honey, go ahead, whatever makes you feel better...) I'm not feeling understood.
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