I was there too. Mine had the mental abuse and blame comming back at me, along with persistent rejection. I stuck it out until I myself was debating between divorce or death (just killing myself to get out). If she’s not seeing to your physical needs, is she open to you getting them met elsewhere?
Shit it’s me, except my spouse is caring and understanding and doesn’t pressure or argue – but I know I’m still hurting them, with insecurities and problems of their own, so I get upset for the both of us.
depression deprives you of all joy, caring, and entertainment in life, anti-depression medics deprive you from depression, thus leaving you a walking corpse without any mental emotions anymore, you just exist, for the sake of existing. nothing more and nothing less. basically it’s a lose- lose situation. with depression you simply can’t win. until one of you kills you. either depression kills you, or you decide to kill yourself. yes sexual desire doesn’t exist anymore. why should one care about pro-creating if the world is not worth it to begin with it?
Well, if you kill yourself, that *is* the depression killing you. You’ve nailed all the rest on the head. I exist because intellectually I understand it’d be wrong to do that to my kids, but many, many days, I’m not convinced I’m doing them any favours by sticking around either.
The antidepressant I took prevented the worst symptoms of depression. I stopped going into a catatonic state and started being able to feel emotions other than detachment and despair. The most important emotion was a sense of accomplishment when I had succeeded at something. When life gives you literally nothing in return for your efforts, it’s very difficult to attempt anything.
Oof. This was me in my last relationship with a guy. He always claimed that if I didn’t have sex with him then how does he know that I love him? He would be in an awful move if I stuck to my guns and said no, yelling at me for anything, slamming doors, hitting the dog ect. Sex is painful for me for reasons I am still seeing doctors for, so it was a choice between extreme pain but him being in a good mood, or no pain but him being in a foul mood. He never respected any boundaries I set, so sometimes no wasn’t enough. I couldn’t cuddle or kiss him without him immediately trying to turn it into sex…then would get mad at me when I wouldn’t engage in cuddles or kisses anymore. I’m glad I got out of that relationship
This is why I don’t have sex. Nothing but disappointment and regret
I’m on the other side of this, my wife has lost all her libido and refuses to even do cuddle sessions.
I was there too. Mine had the mental abuse and blame comming back at me, along with persistent rejection. I stuck it out until I myself was debating between divorce or death (just killing myself to get out). If she’s not seeing to your physical needs, is she open to you getting them met elsewhere?
It’s not so much a physical need as an emotional need that gets expressed in a physical way.
She has made that suggestion, yes.
Shit it’s me, except my spouse is caring and understanding and doesn’t pressure or argue – but I know I’m still hurting them, with insecurities and problems of their own, so I get upset for the both of us.
Oh God this is so sad.
depression deprives you of all joy, caring, and entertainment in life, anti-depression medics deprive you from depression, thus leaving you a walking corpse without any mental emotions anymore, you just exist, for the sake of existing. nothing more and nothing less.
basically it’s a lose- lose situation. with depression you simply can’t win. until one of you kills you. either depression kills you, or you decide to kill yourself. yes sexual desire doesn’t exist anymore. why should one care about pro-creating if the world is not worth it to begin with it?
Well, if you kill yourself, that *is* the depression killing you. You’ve nailed all the rest on the head. I exist because intellectually I understand it’d be wrong to do that to my kids, but many, many days, I’m not convinced I’m doing them any favours by sticking around either.
The antidepressant I took prevented the worst symptoms of depression. I stopped going into a catatonic state and started being able to feel emotions other than detachment and despair. The most important emotion was a sense of accomplishment when I had succeeded at something. When life gives you literally nothing in return for your efforts, it’s very difficult to attempt anything.
Oof. This was me in my last relationship with a guy. He always claimed that if I didn’t have sex with him then how does he know that I love him? He would be in an awful move if I stuck to my guns and said no, yelling at me for anything, slamming doors, hitting the dog ect.
Sex is painful for me for reasons I am still seeing doctors for, so it was a choice between extreme pain but him being in a good mood, or no pain but him being in a foul mood. He never respected any boundaries I set, so sometimes no wasn’t enough. I couldn’t cuddle or kiss him without him immediately trying to turn it into sex…then would get mad at me when I wouldn’t engage in cuddles or kisses anymore.
I’m glad I got out of that relationship