My husband is a simple meat and potatoes kind of guy... really, what you see is what you get.
He doesn't understand depression as a decease; I think he sees it more as a character flaw. He comes from a family of "tough people". And I don't really fit that mold.
He’s tried to be as supportive as he can but he just doesn't get it, doesn't understand need for medication,
He asks me why I think my life is so bad; I tried to tell him that logic and my feeling just don't connect.
I tried laying out litature for him to read, but I don't think he gets it, and I’m starting to think he just might never get it
Has anyone else dealt with this?