I’m writing this in the hope that there might be some other people reading who aren’t anxiety sufferers, but who are trying to deal with a partner or spouse with generalized anxiety. I’m going to be brutally honest here about what it’s like to live with someone with an anxiety disorder. It’s frustrating. And it’s unbelievably painful. Not to mention unbearably lonely.
I am struggling to deal with the anxiety suffered by my partner of 3 years. He suffers from GAD, which is generally focused on work issues (he has a very responsible job). However, from time to time, he goes into a more intense, panicky state. When he enters this, he lashes out emotionally and wreaks havoc. The last time it happened was 2 months ago. We don’t really argue, and our household is a happy one. However, after a bad weekend with anxiety, he announced that he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be with me, whether I was the right person for him, whether I was of the right social class to marry him, and whether he could go through with the wedding we’d been planning for the summer. I was hurting like I’ve never hurt before inside, but I calmly told him that we could easily cancel the wedding, and that I would be there for him in whatever capacity he wanted – either as a friend or a girlfriend – to help him while he struggled with this bout of anxiety. I said that he could then decide whether he wanted me in his life as a girlfriend too. (I know many people will assume that because I am a girl, I put him under pressure about the wedding. In actual fact, having a public wedding was very much his idea – I asked him NOT to go for a big public ceremony, because I knew the anxiety might be an issue, and made it clear that a very simple ceremony at the registry office would be just fine with me, if it were easier for him).
Less than a week after this episode, he apologized and said he loved me dearly and wanted to be with me forever, and he has been trying to reassure me that this is true ever since. He’s got medication, and he’s going to counselling – both huge, brave steps. My friends are all saying how wonderful it is that he feels this way. But it’s hard to believe that someone can go through such a radical change of attitude in such a short time, and emotionally devastating to be on the receiving end of their vacillation.
I’ve since been talking to him on a daily basis, trying to listen, trying to understand, trying to be supportive as he goes through counselling, trying to help him with mindfulness training, trying to distract him with nice, relaxing activities after work and at weekends. Yet all the while, I’m heartbroken that this has happened, but I have no-one to express that to, and no-one to talk to about it. All anyone says to you, when I raise the subject, is ‘Oh my God, it must be so hard for your partner to go through this’. When that’s the opening gambit, you can hardly say ‘Yeah, and me too!’. No-one remotely thinks ‘What’s it like for you, as a partner, to have to put aside everything you’ve dreamt of and put someone else first 100% of the time? What does it cost you to sustain calm and unselfishness in these circumstances? What’s it like to have to go through that kind of rejection – and to live with the fear that it will happen again? What’s it like to have your whole life shaped by someone else’s neuroses?’
I feel guilty even just writing this, because a person with anxiety is sick, right? And sick people can’t help being sick, of course no-one would CHOOSE to be this way! But the problem with mental health issues is that they’re a bit different. A person with a broken leg doesn’t take their broken leg and beat you around the head with it. But anxiety can lead someone to attack you personally, and you’re just supposed to take the abuse because, hey, they just can’t help it! And you're a healthy person, right? So you must be able to deal with the fallout, no problem!
It feels like I have no control over my life, no security, no certainty – that the normal things that other couples take for granted just can’t happen. In short, I’m emotionally exhausted by it, and I don’t know where to turn.