Isolation
Isolation...not only does the person with depression isolate themselves, but they create an environment of isolation.
We were live could be described as isolated. We are in an old neighborhood of lake homes that are being slowly torn down and replaced with bigger houses. Even people who live in our "development," don't know where our street is. This is the place where DH really wanted to live. This is the house he lobbied for when we were buying a first house.
We are an outer, outer ring suburb...if you can call it that. That means lots of driving for me...driving to drama and soccer 4x week. Not to mention driving the girls to friends' houses, because there are few kids in our neighborhood. That allows him to isolate himself further. I never get know our neighbors, because I am seldom. More isolation for my depressive DH. I am not home. It takes me at least a half hour to go anywhere. I live in my car.
I am also isolated from new people, because I am trying to respect his privacy. There is still a stigma about depression...especially in men. I feel like I am being disloyal if I mention it...but it is a huge part of our lives. So, I can't be too close to anyone.
Depression drains his energy...so little gets done around the house. I am gone running and he is home on the computer or sleeping. If we make plans with another couple, he will back out last minute. So we have no couple type friends.
I am jealous of my friends that live in real neighborhoods...with kids for their kids to play with...that have garage parties...that have neighbors as friends...that don't have to drive what seems like a million miles a week....that don't plan their shopping by child's activity.
I don't want to be isolated anymore. I have found the perfect development 10 mins. from our house...lots of kids...close to schools, our health clinic, my hairdresser, Target. He wants to move further out...where the school will be farther away...the drive to work will be longer...where we will be more isolate. I can't let that happen. We need to be closer in....we can't allow him to isolate us any further.
We were live could be described as isolated. We are in an old neighborhood of lake homes that are being slowly torn down and replaced with bigger houses. Even people who live in our "development," don't know where our street is. This is the place where DH really wanted to live. This is the house he lobbied for when we were buying a first house.
We are an outer, outer ring suburb...if you can call it that. That means lots of driving for me...driving to drama and soccer 4x week. Not to mention driving the girls to friends' houses, because there are few kids in our neighborhood. That allows him to isolate himself further. I never get know our neighbors, because I am seldom. More isolation for my depressive DH. I am not home. It takes me at least a half hour to go anywhere. I live in my car.
I am also isolated from new people, because I am trying to respect his privacy. There is still a stigma about depression...especially in men. I feel like I am being disloyal if I mention it...but it is a huge part of our lives. So, I can't be too close to anyone.
Depression drains his energy...so little gets done around the house. I am gone running and he is home on the computer or sleeping. If we make plans with another couple, he will back out last minute. So we have no couple type friends.
I am jealous of my friends that live in real neighborhoods...with kids for their kids to play with...that have garage parties...that have neighbors as friends...that don't have to drive what seems like a million miles a week....that don't plan their shopping by child's activity.
I don't want to be isolated anymore. I have found the perfect development 10 mins. from our house...lots of kids...close to schools, our health clinic, my hairdresser, Target. He wants to move further out...where the school will be farther away...the drive to work will be longer...where we will be more isolate. I can't let that happen. We need to be closer in....we can't allow him to isolate us any further.
posted by Renee @ 8:03 PM
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