So D-Day was March 20th. Followed by a different kind of D-Day, Diagnosis Day, on April 14th: Bipolar 1, severe mania with psychotic traits.
For years we had been operating under the belief he had ADHD and Depression--it's now clear the medications we were using to keep those disorders at bay only served to increase the bipolar mania he was experiencing. The increasing quantities of alcohol he consumed nightly in order sedate the mania-induced agitation and irritability was mostly likely what pushed him over the edge. And just like in most manic episodes one reads about, he was absolutely on fire at work and constantly recognized as such. Creative, productive and the highest of performers. He was flying high.
I absolutely knew things weren't 'right'with us, however, especially in the last year. The guy I had known was totally different. Arrogant, distant, irritable. He seemed to have checked out of our family and his personal happiness was forefront always, and all of that revolved around his job or activities that didn't include us. Then came a sudden and increasing focus on sex. This hypersexuality and my inability to keep up made the possibility of betrayal forefront in my mind. It was undoubtedly my worst fear and one that we discussed ad nauseum. Of course, I was assured that would never happen to me, and gaslighted to no end when I raised my doubts. His job, which included 100% travel, meant that the opportunity for infidelity was ripe, and the more disconnected I felt from him, the more I began to panic. So this is now me, a betrayed wife who went to extreme, and honestly quite embarrassing lengths, to ensure I wouldn't end up exactly where I am today.
This lockdown has posed an interesting conundrum, in that if it wasn't being quarantined, he wouldn't have been home for me to have found the emails and texts exposing his work affair. Yet because of being quarantined (and his high-risk vulnerabilities to Co-Vid) I could not bring myself to kick him out and risk his exposure to the virus. I did my best, however, and separated us into different bedrooms, and we just dove directly into our individual therapies for weeks. And that is when Diagnosis Day came to be.
I'm struggling with many different aspects of this total shitshow. And this website has been incredibly helpful on many fronts. But there is one area I have yet to see discussed and I am hoping to find assistance with--anyone else with a dual discovery? Infidelity AND an unearthed severe mental illness? It truly makes my head spin.
On one level--I'm a mental health advocate and I can't imagine turning my back on him now. I understand and believe in the science and chemical basis behind this disorder. When I think about having a partner with bipolar 1 in the future I think--well, I already had one for 12 years, maybe it could be super awesome to have one who is actually stabilized, being treated, and knows how to best maintain his health and the ADD-like symptoms we always thought we had no choice but to suffer through?! Like, could life actually be better in some ways? But on the other level, why oh why did his severe manic episode, the one that made him finally hit rock bottom, have to include my worst fear? Many others with Bipolar I never cross this line. How do I process this physical and emotional affair when I can never get the 'why' I so desperately need to understand it? He cannot remember much about it at all, and he says while it sounds ridiculous, it feels like the affair was committed by someone else that took over his body. He just remembers feeling that he was revolutionizing his industry and that this co-worker was mesmerized by him and his innovative ideas and they became an unstoppable team.
Anyone have experience with this? Or anyone care to share how they would suggest I begin to process this?
Another fun tidbit: the mania episode continues, despite his best attempts, its going to take a few more weeks at the very least to get this severe of an episode under control. So I'm not in any rush. Just living in a lockdown with a manic person who has destroyed my life and trying my best to parent my strong but vulnerable kids who did nothing to deserve this unstable and tragic situation we are stuck in.