Me: Because I think I am coming up with another flare
H: Can’t you just go out with me and book the tickets? It is very troublesome to do it for you? Why cant you do it yourself?
Me: I am too tired to get out! If I get out today, tomorrow I will be in bed the whole day, or even worse, I will be in bed for many days!
H: You are always like that. Can’t you just do this?
Me: (silent, no energy to reply)
These kinds of conversations irked me. Makes me sad, and always drive me to depression, and lose confidence of ever able to hold a job again. It devastated me!
He is my beloved husband, he sees me everyday, and yet he thinks that my fatigue is a matter of I can pull myself together and got out for a few hours.
Can’t he understand that I can’t means I can’t??
If it is the kind of tiredness that I can summon my wills and pull through, it wouldn’t be an illness to me anymore.
If he can’t understand this, how can I expect others to understand? How can I cope with going back to work?
Doesnt he realise by now these type of conversations always drive me to depression?