FeistyButTired
New member
- Joined
- Oct 12, 2020
- Messages
- 3
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 11/2015
- Country
- US
- State
- NC
Hi all. This is my first post, but I’ve been lurking around for a few weeks, trying to decide if it would be a good source of support. I’m thrilled to see so many people reaching out to each other.
I hope this post isn’t too long and doesn’t come off as whining, but I’m frustrated and sad, and this is the only place I feel like I can share this without being shamed. I’ve been in a flare of my fibromyalgia and ME/CFS off and on for a few months now, along with more panic attacks than usual. My husband, who is usually very loving and understanding about my limitations, has been getting more and more impatient with me as days pass and I’m not out of the flare. It’s not so much his irritation with having to take care of all the chores that is upsetting me (Although I feel really guilt about it), it’s that he’s starting to rush me with everything. He knows that fibro and severe arthritis cause me to walk slow, but he gets low-key huffy when I keep falling behind his pace. Worst of all, he’s started interrupting me to finish my thought for me and quickly answer, to end the conversation. I’ve tried to talk to him about it since it all started, but he just denies that he’s annoyed or in a rush, and tells me I’m just imagining it. I‘m a very intuitive person so I’m very good at sensing other people’s emotions and moods, but also I’ve know him for more than 35 years! I mean, really...I probably know him better than he knows himself, but I’m “misreading his messages”?! No way! I KNOW I’m not imagining things (Seemingly the favorite accusation of healthy people, when faced with the chronically ill), and the rushing me to finish whatever I’m saying is pretty darn hard to misunderstand.
I‘ve done all I can to try to explain what’s happening in my head, that makes me speak slowly and have trouble finding the words, but I don’t think it’s getting through to him. I guess what I’m trying to get out is that I’m frustrated. With his behavior, of course, but also I’m frustrated with myself. It’s maddening when the words just won’t come to me, or my mouth can’t form them. I’m tired of being bedridden and unable to leave the house. But somehow I’m more bothered by the fact that my symptoms are making him uncomfortable or annoyed or whatever. I’m torn between “try to get him to understand“ and “ Just shut up and leave him alone”.
So...I’m sad, mad, slow, achy, annoyed, lonely, and a little bit bitey. *Sort of the evil Seven Dwarves*
Here’s hoping for better days ahead...
I hope this post isn’t too long and doesn’t come off as whining, but I’m frustrated and sad, and this is the only place I feel like I can share this without being shamed. I’ve been in a flare of my fibromyalgia and ME/CFS off and on for a few months now, along with more panic attacks than usual. My husband, who is usually very loving and understanding about my limitations, has been getting more and more impatient with me as days pass and I’m not out of the flare. It’s not so much his irritation with having to take care of all the chores that is upsetting me (Although I feel really guilt about it), it’s that he’s starting to rush me with everything. He knows that fibro and severe arthritis cause me to walk slow, but he gets low-key huffy when I keep falling behind his pace. Worst of all, he’s started interrupting me to finish my thought for me and quickly answer, to end the conversation. I’ve tried to talk to him about it since it all started, but he just denies that he’s annoyed or in a rush, and tells me I’m just imagining it. I‘m a very intuitive person so I’m very good at sensing other people’s emotions and moods, but also I’ve know him for more than 35 years! I mean, really...I probably know him better than he knows himself, but I’m “misreading his messages”?! No way! I KNOW I’m not imagining things (Seemingly the favorite accusation of healthy people, when faced with the chronically ill), and the rushing me to finish whatever I’m saying is pretty darn hard to misunderstand.
I‘ve done all I can to try to explain what’s happening in my head, that makes me speak slowly and have trouble finding the words, but I don’t think it’s getting through to him. I guess what I’m trying to get out is that I’m frustrated. With his behavior, of course, but also I’m frustrated with myself. It’s maddening when the words just won’t come to me, or my mouth can’t form them. I’m tired of being bedridden and unable to leave the house. But somehow I’m more bothered by the fact that my symptoms are making him uncomfortable or annoyed or whatever. I’m torn between “try to get him to understand“ and “ Just shut up and leave him alone”.
So...I’m sad, mad, slow, achy, annoyed, lonely, and a little bit bitey. *Sort of the evil Seven Dwarves*
Here’s hoping for better days ahead...