There are many of you who will be familiar with the mental illness known as Bi-Polar (formerly Manic Depression), or to give it its full title, Bi-Polar Effective Disorder. Some of you will live with someone who suffers with it, or will know someone who suffers with it. In fact you don’t have to have Bi-Polar to suffer with it. My wife has Bi-Polar and I frequently have to suffer it. For those of you who are familiar with Bi-Polar, the following post will be all too familiar to you. And for those of you who are not familiar with it, the following post will give you a little insight into what is an extremely difficult and potential damaging illness.
I’ll start with a little background to our relationship. My wife and I have been married for 20 years and have 8 children between us. I have 5 children from a previous marriage, my wife has 2 children from her previous marriage and we have 1 child from our marriage. When we first met it was as if we were meant to be together, everything seemed right and life was good. We were happy, well for the most part at least. From the beginning there were times of the month when my wife would become depressed and angry for no apparent reason. She had discussed these feelings with her doctor on several occasions to be told that she was suffering from PMT (PMS) and was advised to try herbal remedies, which may help to ease the symptoms.
Over the following few years the depression seemed to worsen, lasting longer and longer, to the point where she was depressed for 3 weeks out of every four. During the 1 week when she was not depressed she was the loving, caring, caring, sexual woman I fell in love with, we would have sex almost every day for that week and she seemed to have no inhibitions at all. There was also a down side to this. She was pretty reckless with money, spending far more than we could afford on things we often didn’t even need, which was a serious cause for concern. But the moment the depression kicked in, it was as if we were strangers. She hardly spoke to me, didn’t want me touching her and couldn’t bring herself to show any affection at all. During the depressive episodes she would find it difficult to socialise, even simple tasks like the weekly shopping were difficult for her. For a while I accepted things the way they were. I soon learnt to enjoy the good times when they happened, which made it easier to put up with the bad times. Unfortunately, we started having more and more arguments, which were often over our financial problems caused by her reckless spending, or by me bemoaning the fact that I felt unwanted and unloved because she couldn’t show me affection. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t want me near her. I started to feel angry and rejected and, for a while, wanted to get out of the relationship and find someone who would give me the love a care that I felt I deserved. The problem for me was I loved my wife so much that I couldn’t bring myself to leave her so I had to find a way to make her happy, or at least a little happier.
The one thing she always seemed to enjoy was a good night out. Whenever we had the opportunity we would venture in to the local town and have a few drinks, let our hair down and have fun. She loved to dance and was a really sexy mover, which would always attract the attention of the many men who would gather around the dance floor in the hope of copping off. My wife seemed to love the attention she was getting and would flirt outrageously with any man who paid her attention, and believe me, there were many. Luckily I’m not the jealous type and I would get quite turned on with her antics and, as far as I was concerned, as long as she was happy, I was happy. I would encourage her to enjoy herself and do whatever she wanted. Of course, at the end of the night she would be coming home with me, and it would be me that she would be having sex with. Unfortunately, what with having young children, our nights out together were few and far between and this became a source of frustration for both of us.
One day, during one of our good weeks, and she was at her happiest, I suggested that she arrange to go out with one of her friends and enjoy herself, while I stayed at home and looked after the children. She didn’t need much persuasion and made the arrangements for that coming weekend. Nights out with her friend soon became a monthly event, sometimes twice a month if she felt up to it. Occasionally we would go out as a couple or, sometimes, in a group. I had noticed that she was buying sexier clothes to wear on her nights out, her skirts were getting shorter and her tops were getting more and more revealing, to the point where little was left to the imagination. In fact there were times she even went out with no underwear on, which I found a little out of character but extremely erotic nonetheless. I also noticed that she had amassed quite a lot of male friends, who seemed a little too familiar and tactile. Whenever we’d discus the way she dressed she would insist that, although her clothing was quite revealing, and she enjoyed the flirting, she had no intention of getting involved sexually with any other man. I would often feel, however, that her behaviour appeared to suggest otherwise.
There were times when she would come home in the early hours of the morning, looking dishevelled and worse for wear, there were tell-tale signs that she had been up to something but she would swear that nothing had happened. Although, deep down, I knew she’d been up to something, I just couldn’t get her to admit it, so I would have to let it go.
Over the years that followed she would still have her times of depression, which were becoming more and more unpredictable, but her happier moods appeared to be reaching greater heights. She was still having her nights out with her friend and she appeared to be elated and on a high every time. This would be in contrast to the way she was with me; she had become more and more distant and unavailable to me. Our sex life was almost non-existent, which was causing more problems between us, mainly because I would make an issue of it and she would just dismiss my feelings. She was also still spending more money than we could afford and that was also a cause of more arguments.
And then, one day, out of the blue, she announced that she no longer loved me and that our relationship was over. This came as a bit of a shock to me and over the coming weeks I found out that she had been having an affair with a guy who was a well-known womaniser. It was obvious to everyone that she was just another notch on his bedpost and that the relationship would not last. So it came as no surprise that, eventually, the relationship ended. We had obviously kept in touch and, after a long soul searching discussion, decided to get back together, on condition that we be totally honest and have no secrets from each other. It was then she told me about the men she had slept with over the years and all the things she got up to, I was a little shocked at her confession but reassured her that it was OK and that, as long as she was honest with me, then we had nothing to worry about. She was clearly ashamed of how she behaved and swore that she would always be faithful to me I the future
As time went on, she continued her nights out, although they were becoming less frequent. Our relationship had become stronger and, I believe, more open and honest. She appeared to be more content with married life and our sex life was pretty good considering how it had been in the past. Unfortunately, her mood swings were still a cause for concern and her personality was still changeable. She would go from meek and mild to aggressive and arrogant without warning. Occasionally she would become extremely agitated and uncontrollable; having to be physically restrained from leaving the house and racing off in her car, often screaming that she wanted to drive off the edge of a cliff or into a brick wall. I would have to find some way of calming her down and getting her into bed so she could sleep off, what I now know as, the manic side of a Bi-Polar episode. She would also change job’s far too often, due mainly to a build-up of self-imposed stress where she would put her whole heart and soul into whatever task was put before her and then, in her mind, failing, which would give her a feeling of worthlessness. Eventually this all led to a complete breakdown and she then became reclusive and deeply depressed.
Throughout all of this she was still being treated by the doctors for clinical depression and was given medication to stabilize her moods, this just seemed to make her more like a zombie and, eventually she stopped taking the medication. For a while we just got on with life and I learnt to cope with her mood swings. She would just battle her feelings and would often spend most of the day in bed. But then, one day, I was reading an article about Bi-Polar and things suddenly started to make sense. It became obvious to me that my wife was actually suffering with Bi-Polar, the mood swings, rapid cycling, elation, reckless money spending and sexual promiscuity. It was like someone had suddenly opened my eyes. I mentioned the possibility to my wife that she could be suffering from Bi-Polar and she said that she had also been thinking that herself. We both agreed that she would seek advice from her doctor and, once she had explained our thoughts, an appointment was made with a Psychiatrist. It was finally confirmed by the Psychiatrist that my wife did indeed have Bi-Polar and a course of medication was prescribed. The medication she was prescribed was Sertraline, to combat the anxiety and panic attacks, and Depakote, to help control the manic episodes and rapid cycling of Bi-Polar. Unfortunately, as with all medication, there are a wide range of possible side effects. In my wife’s case, the side effects were typically, weight gain, lethargy and a lack of interest in any sexual activity, from her point of view the weight gain was the worse side effect and she hated it. For the next couple of years she took her medication every day and her mood swings were kept under control to a point, she did have highs and lows but they were manageable. The down side, from my point of view of course, was her lack of interest in sex and her inability to show any affection. This would make me feel undesirable and unloved and, to make matters worse, my sex life had now become totally non-existent.
A few months ago, having been on the medication for a number of years, my wife decided that she hated the side effects so much that, with the agreement of her Psychiatrist, she stopped taking her medication, choosing to tackle the Bi-Polar herself by avoiding known trigger factors and also by avoiding stressful situations. This appears to be working, to a point. There are times when she gets herself worked up over things that she perceives to be problems, mainly to do with family and friends, when, in fact there is nothing wrong. I have learnt to be calm and supportive throughout, reassuring her and encouraging her to talk about her feelings, which seems to help us get through these episodes unscathed.
Since coming off the medication, the weight has started to drop off and my wife is starting to feel a little better about herself, but she still finds it difficult to show any affection towards me and her sex drive hasn’t improved at all, as yet, although I live in hope that maybe, just maybe, we will have something like a normal relationship one day, whatever normal is! Until then, I’ll keep on doing what I’m doing.
The truth is, Bi-Polar Affective Disorder is an extremely difficult illness to control, and can be so destructive to relationships that many couples don’t even get as far as having the illness diagnosed in the first place. And, even after diagnosis, there will still be people who won’t be able to cope with the stresses and strains of living with a Bi-Polar sufferer and will, eventually give up. And there’s no shame in that. If you’re unable to fully commit, then it’s better to get out early. But if you are committed, and you are in for the long haul, then be prepared for a rocky ride. My wife calls me her rock, and she says that she could not survive without me, which is sad in one respect but it also makes me feel that I’ve made a difference, and that is the best feeling in the world. Mind you, an active sex life as well would be the Cherry on the cake!
Comments welcome.
Regards,
Mark.