hi, mod. this is a pretty serious one with a bunch of content warnings, so if you choose not to post this i completely understand. if you do, for anyone reading this involves talk of sexual assault/rape and overdoses/suicide (as well as vomit talk).
it might be time sensitive? it technically involves a decision i have to make within the next day or two, but it's not the end of the world if you can't post it by then, the responses will still help me think about things.
i and my husband both struggle with various mental health issues. he is diagnosed with npd, aspd, and bpd, and is currently seeking a did diagnosis. i'm diagnosed with my own List Of Things but most relevant to this situation is avpd/very severe anxiety, depression & ptsd, and i'm also physically disabled (chronic pain, need a cane to move around).
we've both struggled in the past with things like self-harm and suicide attempts. i have been mostly better since 2021, my last serious attempt where i spent 2 weeks in intensive care. he still struggles with his bpd causing mood swings and self-destructive behaviour but hadn't attempted since a few years ago as well.
a few weeks ago, i found out that he has formed an alter of my rapist, let's call him P so i don't have to keep trying to differentiate between "him"s. i haven't interacted with the man in question in several years now but it is still a semi-regular topic in our relationship. my husband developed something of a fixation on him (they interacted a few times back when i knew P, though weren't close) - i believe part attraction, part self-harm and trying to put himself in danger, and part P being diagnosed with aspd as well and my husband believing he is the only person he can speak to about this who'll understand personally. we had several issues with him repeatedly asking me to put them in contact, asking my friends to do so, with us all repeatedly saying this was unsafe for me, that it was a bad idea, that P wouldn't be interested in bonding over this anyway, etc. he was actively cut off by one friend for this because she believed it was incredibly not okay for him to be asking this and bringing him up to me. after several serious conversations about it, he's mostly stopped - he accepts that this fixation is his own issue to work on and a side effect of his own mental health stuff and isn't healthy.
all to say that i assume this fixation is part of why his brain might have split an alter of P - he hasn't been "allowed to" speak to the 'real thing', so his brain has just formed one? i don't really know.
P fronted for the first time almost 2 weeks ago and... i don't really know whether i can call it sexual assault, whether it was just assault, attempted sexual assault, or what. i won't go into detail, but he had pinned me down, repeatedly tried to kiss me and touch my genitals, i was holding him off me and kicking him off and saying no, he punched me in the face multiple times, and when i curled up to cover my face/body he started kissing all over me. he was mocking me for crying/shaking, telling me that i could fight him off this time but there'd be a next time and a next time etc. it was genuinely fucking horrifying not only in itself but also because it really did feel just like being back with P and brought up a lot of old feelings and memories that i had mostly repressed. for days after i had bruises on me and nail marks and scratches on my hands and arms.
i genuinely felt in the moment that he was trying to rape me, and i later found out he'd had a knife hidden in the bedroom but i don't know whether he had taken it to use on himself or on me. i don't remember him making a move to get me in there but it's still a worry in my head. however i will say that my husband has said he believes he does not believe P was planning to go that far.
my husband eventually 'snapped back in' so to speak and seemed genuinely upset and horrified when he realised what had happened. he had what seemed like an anxiety attack, hyperventilating and his heart beating very quickly, was cuddling me and asking if i was okay, what he could do for me, etc. a few moments later, he threw up in the bathroom.
he started complaining of intense stomach pain and said his vomit had been black/curled as if there was internal bleeding and that he had to go to the emergency room, so he did. the consensus was basically that he had probably torn open his stomach lining with all the throwing up he does (he's very prone to nausea and has a terrible gag reflex) and was given meds for it and sent back home. i felt incredibly guilty because i worried the stress/anxiety he'd felt had set it off and that i might have caused it or made something worse by kicking 'him' off me before.
i spent most of the next couple days worrying over him and his stomach pain.
a couple days later, we went to one of my appointments and when i came out he was having a breakdown in the waiting room and saying he needed psychiatric help and hospital right now. it didn't seem connected to what had happened or anything, he just said he was struggling mentally himself and needed help because he wanted to die. we called an ambulance and it took over 2 hours to get there. when it did, they basically just gave him a number to call for advice and left. i could tell he felt incredibly rejected and that he'd reached out for help and been ignored/dismissed/not taken seriously and i was extremely worried he'd try something if he got home. he told me it was fine and that he just wanted to go home and sleep. i tried to stay up to keep an eye on him but eventually fell asleep.
i woke up to find him having overdosed on a small amount of pills, not enough to do any serious damage but enough for him to need to go to hospital and be given charcoal etc and kept in for 11 hours or so to be monitored. he was referred to emergency psychiatric care, but they chose not to keep him in inpatient and that it would be best for him to go home. he begged, i begged, my sister came in and begged, but they just repeated that with his specific mental stuff they thought hospitalisation would be harmful for him rather than helpful and that they weren't going to hospitalise him.
i spent the next 5 days basically not sleeping at all, constantly watching him, worrying something would happen, etc. additional mental factor for me was the fact that my mother died very suddenly and unexpectedly while i was asleep 2 years ago, and for a long time i had a lot of paranoia about falling asleep because i thought the people i care about would die while i wasn't there for them, so the fact that a) he had overdosed while i slept and b) i now had to stay awake or else he might do it again was really taking a toll on me.
he eventually felt a little better, was responding well to the talks with the psychiatric team, was back on medication, etc. we planned to go to a nearby city and stay with our (mostly his, but we're friendly) friends for a while so that he could work closeby - there's a festival on atm so money and customers are really good, apparently. i advised he should take some time off work but he really wanted to get back to it so he can make the money to save for things he really wants.
he ended up going there by himself the late evening before last with our puppy and i told him i would join him when i felt up to it. i kind of saw this as a chance for me to get a minute to focus on processing what happened with P, concentrate on myself, take a few days to relax without having to worry about him since he'll be with friends, get some sleep, etc. i also figured i could start on tidying our house since with everything going on and our combined health issues it's gotten insanely filthy. i told him that i haven't really had a chance to process the P thing and how i feel about it and get through my reaction to it etc. and focus on my own mental health since i've been basically nonstop taking care of his and he said he understood.
he called me yesterday morning (so the morning of the night he left) with one of our friends saying he needed me there before that afternoon because he and the friends all wanted to go to work that night (it's one of those jobs where you can pick your own shifts short-notice and just sorta go in if you want to) and someone had to be there to watch both our puppy and the friends' dog. he said they had a backup plan for the dogs if i couldn't be there but that it wasn't preferable. i was caught super off-guard because i'd been banking on having at least a few days to myself. i felt pressured to agree because of the phrasing of "we need you to be here today" and the friend being on the line but i really do think i NEED this break so i stuck to it and said i probably wouldn't be able to be there that day and that i needed a break.
a few minutes after the call ended, he told me that the friend was telling him that i put too much of my mental health on him and that she thinks he's emotionally/physically exhausted from looking after me and that i'm not being a good partner etc.
this got me genuinely internally heated because i feel like i have run myself absolutely ragged looking after him and not taking a second for myself and now that i finally ask to be given that everyone sees me as a bad partner and that my own mental health is causing everyone a massive problem and i'm a burden.
last night he messaged again saying that while they were out our puppy had torn up the carpet at the friends' flat and that it was going to cost £1000 to replace. he said that he's upset with me and that he's "tired of it" but refused to talk further about it until i get there. he said he feels like he's drowning and is struggling without me there.
i genuinely feel just hopeless and exhausted. i feel like i can't ask for a break or set a boundary for myself or take a second to recharge because as soon as i'm not devoting my complete and total attention and focus and care to him and his own mental health everyone acts like i'm being selfish and lazy and like i'm not doing enough for him. i feel like my own mental health is at rock bottom with how exhausted and depressed i am over everything but i can't really do anything about it. i can't ask for professional help because a) they would clearly not offer me hospitalisation if they refusesd it to my husband under his circumstances, b) i'm already on psychiatry waiting lists so they can't do much more for that, and c) i can't afford private therapy/psychiatry. i can't get any kind of legal justice or help for the assault or whatever it was because i can't exactly press charges against my husband's alter without pressing them against my husband which i'm not willing to do. my only options seem to be to stay here and try to figure things out alone and hope that it helps me sooner rather than later because everyone is rushing me and judging me and getting impatient and upset with me, or just like. suck it up and go to stay with them all and hope that i can work through it somehow anyway.
i don't know. at the same time this has been a recurring pattern. with both this relationship and my last relationship, it feels like whenever i do try to ask for a break or set a boundary for myself my partners get angry and their friends start to call me unhealthy, toxic, abusive, etc and from an outside perspective i feel like i would usually think "if you Keep getting called these things by multiple people maybe there is something to your behaviour that you're missing". so i'm open to the possibility that i really am being inconsiderate or behaving irrationally or being self-centred and i'm just not realising it because i'm honestly too drained to really think stuff through logically at the moment.
so maybe outside help from anyone who made it to the end of this long thing will help? am i being an asshole and not helping him when he's struggling mentally, and i should be doing my part to take care of the dogs over there especially as it's now causing physical damage that i should pay for since it happened because i wasn't present to be there with them? is he being an asshole and expecting too much of me? are we both being assholes too focused on our own issues and not each other? is no one an asshole and our mental health stuff is just causing each other problems? i'm genuinely lost.
one additional factor of this that's been really difficult is the fact that i feel like his emotional permanence does not comprehend that things aren't always the way they are at that exact moment which i think is contributing to how things are right now (i believe he's said this is a symptom of his bpd). for example he can have a great week, but then he has a bad day and suddenly he's Always been miserable and life has Always been bad and what's the point because he's Never happy, it's like he can't comprehend or remember the fact that before that day it was much better. and i can spend weeks taking care of him but then if one week i struggle i've suddenly Always struggled this badly and i've Always needed the space and i'm Always work for him. i definitely feel like i am being treated like someone who has spent months and months the way i am now even though it's been less than 2 weeks since the assault by P and only 2 days since i expressed needing time to myself to process it all
Is anon the asshole?
YTA (you’re the asshole)
NTA (not the asshole)
JAH (justified asshole)
ESH (everyone sucks here)
NAH (no assholes here)
INFO (more information needed)
Voting ended onAug 15