Quatro82
New member
- Joined
- May 15, 2017
- Messages
- 5
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 04/2016
- Country
- UK
- State
- Stirlingshire
Hi all, I hope you're all well (or as well as you can be). I'm new to this forum, and just been having a browse through. I hope you don't mind me joining and firing straight in with a moan post. I promise it's not my usual style. It occurred to me today though that I have nobody I can really talk freely to about my situation, although I am on a few fb and other support groups. There are people in those groups that I know in real life who I wouldn't be comfortable discussing my personal life with - does that make sense? Sometimes it would just be nice to have a vent without the worry of there potentially being judgement of me (or my husband). What I mean is, I don't particularly want anyone to think badly of him, as my feelings are as much about my lack of independence and of being a burden as it is about him being unsupportive.
So anyway, here's my 'vent'...I don't often let the fibro get to me, but it's tricky some days not to, as I'm sure you all know. Today is more about the feeling of being a burden, the loss of independence, which is hard to bear considering the person I used to be. So this is the current situation in my household. My husband enjoys golf. He's got himself a membership recently and has started going out more regularly (up to 5 times this week) but he doesn't understand why I'm upset about it. He also often goes with my dad and BIL so feels it's justified more so. I don't and would never begrudge him his recreational time. However, tonight for example...he knew I was working late, and that I'm in a lot of pain (it's a stressful time of year in my job) but arranged to go out golfing straight after picking me up from work. So I was left at my mums in agony and would need to carry the baby to the car and then into the house myself and then prepare dinner for me and the kids, yet he went out anyway in the end I had to ask my son (11) to carry my 3yo so I could drive home.
I can't get through to him that when it's tough days like this, he may need to give his hobby a miss and just take some responsibility for his family instead. I want to say he's great most of the time but he doesn't seem to grasp the illness I have. He tries though and I don't ask him for much more than that! Lately, though, he seems to have become so wrapped up with his hobby it's like we're second fiddle to it. And the independent streak in me is to proud to outright tell him that I need him to help me.
Sorry for the moan post, I just needed to say it somewhere as it's weighing heavy on me I don't know that I'm asking for advice or anything, just needed to get it off my chest.
So anyway, here's my 'vent'...I don't often let the fibro get to me, but it's tricky some days not to, as I'm sure you all know. Today is more about the feeling of being a burden, the loss of independence, which is hard to bear considering the person I used to be. So this is the current situation in my household. My husband enjoys golf. He's got himself a membership recently and has started going out more regularly (up to 5 times this week) but he doesn't understand why I'm upset about it. He also often goes with my dad and BIL so feels it's justified more so. I don't and would never begrudge him his recreational time. However, tonight for example...he knew I was working late, and that I'm in a lot of pain (it's a stressful time of year in my job) but arranged to go out golfing straight after picking me up from work. So I was left at my mums in agony and would need to carry the baby to the car and then into the house myself and then prepare dinner for me and the kids, yet he went out anyway in the end I had to ask my son (11) to carry my 3yo so I could drive home.
I can't get through to him that when it's tough days like this, he may need to give his hobby a miss and just take some responsibility for his family instead. I want to say he's great most of the time but he doesn't seem to grasp the illness I have. He tries though and I don't ask him for much more than that! Lately, though, he seems to have become so wrapped up with his hobby it's like we're second fiddle to it. And the independent streak in me is to proud to outright tell him that I need him to help me.
Sorry for the moan post, I just needed to say it somewhere as it's weighing heavy on me I don't know that I'm asking for advice or anything, just needed to get it off my chest.