When your wife has autism and Emotionally Unstable (Impulsive) Personality Disorder, life isn’t going to be easy. I’m pretty sure, however, it’s not meant to be this hard.
When Boris Johnson announced last night that we can only leave our house to go to essential work, buy essential food, look after a vulnerable person or exercise (once a day), and specifically that we should not see friends or family members who don’t live with us, it was a time for couples all over the county to turn to one another and say, ‘It’s okay, we’ll get through this. We’re in it together and we’ll emerge stronger on the other side. With love and mutual support, and a sense of humour, we’ll cherish this time as a family. Nothing can break us apart.’
That didn’t happen in my household. World War 3 broke out in my household.
‘They can’t stop me seeing my dad,’ was my wife’s response.
Initially, when my wife met each new restriction and condition with, ‘They can’t do that,’ I took it literally to mean they can’t do that, so reminded her that yes, they can: they’re the government, the ones with the tanks and the bombs and the soldiers. They can do whatever they want.
On reflection, I decided that when she said, ‘They can’t,’ what she really meant was, ‘I’m scared, I don’t want to do that, this is going to be hard, hold me.’ So I softened my approach to simply supporting her rants.
Last night has made me realise that I was right the first time – she does really think the government literally can’t stop her from doing what she wants to do.
Having Emotionally Unstable (Impulsive) Personality Disorder means you struggle to control your impulses. The desire to do something results in the thing being done, with no consideration for the consequences and probable negative outcomes. And if someone tries to interject between the desire and its gratification, oh boy are they going to get it! Tantrums and behavioural explosions are par for the course, as is the sudden swing from ‘I love you, I need you, I can’t do anything without you’ to ‘How dare you, I fucking hate you, I’m ringing my lawyers in the morning!’
So, as I listened to the Prime Minister asking us to be decent human beings and abide by a few rules so that – God forbid! – we save thousands of lives, while most people might have been thinking of themselves and what it meant for them, all I could think was, ‘Oh hell, get ready for the fireworks.’
And fireworks there were.
‘They can’t stop me seeing my dad.’
‘They can and they have.’
‘He didn’t mean I can’t see my dad.’
‘He literally just said you can’t visit family members who aren’t part of your household.’
‘He can’t stop me from seeing my family.’
‘Everybody is in someone’s family. This doesn’t work if we all make exceptions.’
She looked at me with pure hatred on her face.
‘You can’t stop me.’
And then the screaming and the shouting started, because by stopping her from doing what she wanted, I became the enemy. It’s no longer the fault of the virus or the government, it’s mine. I am truly the devil.
Midway through, she declared she was going to ring her mum and tell her what an evil prick I am. I begged, pleaded, demanded that we talk it out between ourselves, that we deal with it as husband and wife, like a family, like adults, like rational human beings. We’re meant to be a team, and inviting someone to interfere in our marriage for the umpteenth time is not very sporting.
It was all to no avail. She rang her mum, burst into tears, said I wanted to have her arrested and I wouldn’t let her see her dad.
‘That’s not entirely true,’ I said, and she screamed at me and called me a liar, and her mum said she doesn’t see any reason why my wife can’t visit her dad (because clearly the rules don’t apply to my wife’s family), and I’m being unreasonable, and I should think about the effects of my behaviour on my children, I’m needlessly scaring them and being a bad dad.
I feel so betrayed. We’re married. We’re supposed to support one another. We’re supposed to deal with issues between ourselves. We’re not meant to run to our mummies and tell them the mean man we married isn’t letting us get our own way.
After the phone call, my wife told me she’s going to take the kids and move in with her dad for the duration of the coronavirus, and I’m not invited. In no uncertain terms, I told her that would be the end of our marriage.
She insisted she’d keep visiting him, and I said that she’s quite welcome to move in with him by herself if it means that much to her.
We’ve been given rules to follow, and as responsible, socially-conscious, moral, upstanding and good people, the onus is on us to do everything we can to stop the transmission of the virus and thus save lives. I don’t understand what is so difficult to grasp about this. Her dad has multiple underlying health conditions anyway.
So, today she’s done everything she can to punish me for stopping her from seeing her dad.
‘Come on,’ I said, ‘we’re in this together.’
‘No we’re not, you’re on your own.’
‘We need to support one another.’
‘You can take a run and jump if you think I’m going to support you.’
‘Please, we need to be civil, if not for our sake then at least for the kids.’
‘No. You don’t let me see my dad, I won’t be civil. I’m divorcing you after this anyway.’
‘So you don’t love me anymore?’
‘No, no I don’t. I hate you. I hate everything about you.’
You know, really mature behaviour from your wife and the mother of your children.
I’m doing my best here. I’ve been trying to keep her calm this entire time; I’ve been trying to look after my family as best I can; but I can’t do it all alone, and I really shouldn’t have to. Not once has she asked me how I’m doing, how I feel.
Every time I glance in her direction, she snaps, ‘Don’t look at me!’ So I kept the kids entertained today. We did more yoga, some writing, imaginative play. I took them for a short bike ride. I planned our meals for the next ten days so we don’t need to go out. I played with them in the garden. I cooked lunch. I cooked dinner when she refused to do it.
World War 4 happened this afternoon when she said, ‘I’m just popping out to the shop to get some eggs.’
‘You can’t just “pop out to the shop” anymore. We can’t leave the house except for essentials.’
‘Eggs are essential.’
‘We have enough food for the next ten days, and much longer than that if needs be.’
‘Are you telling me I’m not allowed to go to the shops now?’
‘We’ve been told to avoid shopping except for essentials. Going out to get one item when we don’t need it is hardly essential, is it?’
‘So you won’t let me go and get some eggs?’
‘No, we need to do as we’re told.’
‘For fuck’s sake, for fuck’s sake, you can’t stop me going to the shop! I want eggs! I want to bake!’
‘It’s day one of this – we’re going on be shut in together for at least three weeks, probably more. Please, let’s make it bearable.’
‘No, I’ll do what I want.’
In all honesty, if the coronavirus wasn’t going on right now, I would walk away from this toxic situation. Of course, without coronavirus, perhaps my wife wouldn’t be acting like such a crazy person.
The trouble is, some words once spoken can’t be taken back; some things once broken can’t be repaired; and when someone acts selfishly, unsupportingly, and irresponsibly during a national crisis, and makes it far harder on the people around her than it needs to be, sometimes that changes how you see that person.
We’ll revisit this conversation after the crisis is over. In the meantime, we just have to get through it.