How can I listen if she won’t talk? - 04/11/02 01:14 PM
Old thread is over 100 posts, so it’s time to start a new one. It’s also time for a fresh approach.
Here’s the background.
About two years ago, there was a massive change in my W’s behavior.
Prior to that (from my perspective sudden) shift, we struggled together to have a “couple’s life” despite raising four children (youngest is autistic). We didn’t have many friends or activities, but we did as much as we could together, and as a family.
For a few months, I was working out of the country. We only saw each other on weekends. W adapted to this. Perhaps this was the trigger for her to decide that she needed to be more independent. She grew strong and independent, and dealt with the family situation so well. I can’t describe the intestinal fortitude she showed. She’s an amazingly strong woman. I’ve always thought so. Guess she believes it now, too.
Anyway, she started doing things for/by herself. This would be great except that when I stopped travelling, it seemed like I was forgotten. The kids felt the same way. Seemed like after years of self-sacrifice, she’d had enough.
But, rather than seeking my support for her new freedom, she felt that I was a barrier to it. She avoided involving me in her new life for fear that I’d interfere. She said that I’ve always had things my way. Now that she found friends/activities that she enjoys, she wouldn’t “give them up” for me. She wouldn’t “Let me do that to her again.”
My travel, workload, and R burned me out. I became clinically depressed. Since she had complained that I never shared my feelings with her, I started to do this. Misery loves company, but company doesn’t love misery. A severely depressed person should not try to become open with their spouse! But a severely depressed person cries out for help. I couldn’t help it.
This situation only served to illustrate my neediness, selfishness, and that I was trying to “do it to her” again.
As I dragged myself out of depression, I came to understand that sharing my feelings was counterproductive. I also came to understand that my past behavior did not reflect the love and care that I had for my W. I also figured out that telling W this was falling on deaf ears. I had to act like the person that I thought I was.
This meant supporting W. Being her friend.
I’m not saying that I did a particularly good job of this over the past two years, but I tried.
What did I try?
The first step was to go gray. As needy as I was, I could not show it. Any expression of need was viewed as blaming her for my depression. The second step was to do things by/for myself to express my own independence while still trying to allow W her freedom by helping more around the house and with the kids. The third step was to try to weasle my way back into her life without appearing controlling or interfering.
Then I tried to reopen communications. That’s when I discovered what a lousy job I did of the first three steps.
W felt that when I went gray, it was just a continuation of my behavior of keeping my feelings to myself. She viewed this – along with my behavior over the past 23 years in terms of a wall that I built between us. I knew that I couldn’t blast the wall down (tried that, remember?), so I started chipping at it with a teaspoon.
So… Where am I now?
W has allowed me into her circle of friends, and includes my friends in the circle. We do things “with the gang”, We occasionally do things alone. We have coffee together each weekday morning. We’ve stopped pointing fingers (at least overtly), and we’ve both expressed a desire to be more open with each other.
The kicker is, that we constantly misinterpret each others words and actions. We’re afraid to talk openly to each other because of this. So, the wall is as tall and as solid as ever.
This morning, I told her that, as far as my privacy is concerned, we can discuss anything. There are topics – particularly anything that I’m ashamed of – that are difficult for me to talk about, but I’m willing to talk about them anyway. At the same time, I respect her right to decide what she considers too personal to talk about.
She’s very tired, and didn’t want to discuss this further, but I’m hoping that we can open up and discuss things to the point where we can understand each other without jumping to conclusions.
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Here’s the background.
About two years ago, there was a massive change in my W’s behavior.
Prior to that (from my perspective sudden) shift, we struggled together to have a “couple’s life” despite raising four children (youngest is autistic). We didn’t have many friends or activities, but we did as much as we could together, and as a family.
For a few months, I was working out of the country. We only saw each other on weekends. W adapted to this. Perhaps this was the trigger for her to decide that she needed to be more independent. She grew strong and independent, and dealt with the family situation so well. I can’t describe the intestinal fortitude she showed. She’s an amazingly strong woman. I’ve always thought so. Guess she believes it now, too.
Anyway, she started doing things for/by herself. This would be great except that when I stopped travelling, it seemed like I was forgotten. The kids felt the same way. Seemed like after years of self-sacrifice, she’d had enough.
But, rather than seeking my support for her new freedom, she felt that I was a barrier to it. She avoided involving me in her new life for fear that I’d interfere. She said that I’ve always had things my way. Now that she found friends/activities that she enjoys, she wouldn’t “give them up” for me. She wouldn’t “Let me do that to her again.”
My travel, workload, and R burned me out. I became clinically depressed. Since she had complained that I never shared my feelings with her, I started to do this. Misery loves company, but company doesn’t love misery. A severely depressed person should not try to become open with their spouse! But a severely depressed person cries out for help. I couldn’t help it.
This situation only served to illustrate my neediness, selfishness, and that I was trying to “do it to her” again.
As I dragged myself out of depression, I came to understand that sharing my feelings was counterproductive. I also came to understand that my past behavior did not reflect the love and care that I had for my W. I also figured out that telling W this was falling on deaf ears. I had to act like the person that I thought I was.
This meant supporting W. Being her friend.
I’m not saying that I did a particularly good job of this over the past two years, but I tried.
What did I try?
The first step was to go gray. As needy as I was, I could not show it. Any expression of need was viewed as blaming her for my depression. The second step was to do things by/for myself to express my own independence while still trying to allow W her freedom by helping more around the house and with the kids. The third step was to try to weasle my way back into her life without appearing controlling or interfering.
Then I tried to reopen communications. That’s when I discovered what a lousy job I did of the first three steps.
W felt that when I went gray, it was just a continuation of my behavior of keeping my feelings to myself. She viewed this – along with my behavior over the past 23 years in terms of a wall that I built between us. I knew that I couldn’t blast the wall down (tried that, remember?), so I started chipping at it with a teaspoon.
So… Where am I now?
W has allowed me into her circle of friends, and includes my friends in the circle. We do things “with the gang”, We occasionally do things alone. We have coffee together each weekday morning. We’ve stopped pointing fingers (at least overtly), and we’ve both expressed a desire to be more open with each other.
The kicker is, that we constantly misinterpret each others words and actions. We’re afraid to talk openly to each other because of this. So, the wall is as tall and as solid as ever.
This morning, I told her that, as far as my privacy is concerned, we can discuss anything. There are topics – particularly anything that I’m ashamed of – that are difficult for me to talk about, but I’m willing to talk about them anyway. At the same time, I respect her right to decide what she considers too personal to talk about.
She’s very tired, and didn’t want to discuss this further, but I’m hoping that we can open up and discuss things to the point where we can understand each other without jumping to conclusions.
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