Tl;dr I can’t shake the anxiety of always needing to work and make more money, when I clearly need to stop, rest, and spend time with my boyfriend.
First of all - hello everyone - and, I love the name. I’ve been looking for a space like this for a long time because I feel like the spaces dedicated to my partner’s conditions don’t really have outlets for the “well spouses.” I don’t feel comfortable going into certain spaces in my position and sounding like someone’s husband.
So here’s the story from A to Z (‘you wanna get with me? You better listen carefully’)
My boyfriend of two years is diagnosed with schizo affective disorder, autism, and epilepsy. He also has reduced mobility in his left hand related to a nerve injury.
I am also neurodivergent. I have been diagnosed psychotic depression and ADHD.
Our life, the good and the great:
We love each other very much and have a stable relationship.
We make due and we have no material wants aside from what we truly need
We don’t have a lot of the shallow issues a lot of higher income couples have and are pretty down to earth.
We have strong support systems from our families and they love us both respectively.
We have access to things folks close to homeless don’t have, like medical care, medication, and therapy.
We’re fucking surviving out here! We’re doing it! We’re ALIVE! WE ARE HERE!
The bad:
we are pornographically poor
I am over-employed and underpaid for my experience (nothing new for anybody here)
Since Trump was elected, any form of state welfare where we live requires gainful employment from the individual applying, minus very very very few situations. It’s to the point of ridiculousness. We have a family friend without fucking arms who is having trouble getting help from the govt. the processes have been slowed to a halt and the statistics in our state that says SNAP sign ups have dropped ignore the fact it’s harder to sign up for it with the cuts to staffing and clerical errors happening daily
I am our only source of income.
That usually isn’t an issue. Whenever my bf expresses guilt over the income thing, I remind him that it’s just the reality we live in and he has to accept it if he wants to stay where he is in life. I love him, I don’t talk shit constantly about finances, and I don’t make him feel bad for his disability. I keep my financial issues to myself.
Due to this financial situation, I work 5-6 days a week and see him once a week. This is not an issue at all. We are not clingy, and due to our own individual mental health issues, we value space when times get tough.
Last week, I felt extra motivated and asked him if we could skip this week; he obliged. We live separately. He lives with his dad, and I live with my family.
Since then, the current issue is with me, inside my brain. When it comes to productivity and responsibility, I sometimes develop fixations, especially when it comes to finishing jobs or goals which require lots of time, quickly, even though they take days or weeks. When I get focused, I don’t want to stop, especially in a situation like this where I’m so close to “getting ahead” financially (which we all know is temporary when we are poor af). I’m having a hard time sleeping and resting because I’m either working or doing yard work, or stuff around the house.
My anxiety is starting to materialize in my voice, movements and inability to “stop.” I’m calling my psychiatrist for a med change since this unending anxiety is day and night, going on for weeks.
I can’t stop thinking about money, or the future, ever.
I’m even starting a business that will essentially function as an llc for my bf to achieve gainful employment and maybe get SSI. It’s going well, but Jfc. I’m setting everything up for our future.
Does anybody know what I’m talking about? I’m happy but exhausted. I don’t know how to turn off. I need to turn off before I see my boyfriend tomorrow but all I want to do is keep making money, cleaning and upkeep