I want my husband to see a doctor. He told me everyone talks to themselves

Something is wrong. I'm not doing so well today myself, so I understand. I guess that the rant that you described is a lot off-topic, but it sounds like your husband is cracking. I feel a little like I've cracked today too, but some days are better than others. In my case, I have these horrible dreams. They are sooo real and so upsetting. I'm so tired all the time and these dreams are frightening.

I dreamed today that we were back at the mobile home we used to live at and my kids were there with my husband and myself. He was wanting sex and I was trying to get the kids to stay in the living room so I could make him shut up. The kids wouldn't be quiet, and our eleven year-old came in. I had to take him back to the living room, but it turned out that we were getting into the car and trying to drive to Oklahoma for some reason that I don't know. We were on the four-lane road, but all the cars and trucks were driving towards us in all four lanes and I was desperately trying to avoid them. I turned off on this dirt road looking for an apartment that we could afford to rent in the back areas. I found a nice looking apartment building that said it had rentals available. Upon going inside, the huge fat woman who ran the place said that the units had no bedrooms, so it wouldn't work for a family. I got locked in, but my son got out. From there, it descended into a nightmare of this apartment building being a crooked insane asylum where people were kept until they died in these industrial looking corridors and forced to work to make the "guest" units look like a real apartment building. The people living there thought that the "workers" agreed to the treatment that they received, but they didn't know about the underground tunnels that they fat lady kept us in. I spent a long time going up through ceiling tiles in the floating ceiling and trying to dodge the fat chick and find a way out. Somewhere along the line, I got out, but my mom was trapped inside so I had to go back in.

When I wake up from those dreams, everything feels surreal for many hours. I have a difficult time trying to "live" normally. The dreams sort of flashback and they are so vivid and real that it's very disorienting. My adrenaline is running so high from the escape and mental gymnastics that I go through in these dreams, that I'm simply worn out. Plus, my husband is still probably going to be sulking today, as he did want sex this morning and I was not up to it. That's what triggered the dream and I have no way of coping with this in the midst of the rest of the stress we are going through. I think men hide sometimes from the stress of oh, say, getting laid off in a few weeks, by wanting sexual release. When I am stressed, sex is the absolute last thing on my mind. God help us.

Oh, yeah. I've been on anti-depressants for years. Trust me, the stress level and pressure we are currently under from all sides can make them not as effective. Plus, you have to keep in mind that antidepressants tend to have sexual side effects with men, anaorgasmia or inability to achieve orgasm, being the main side-effect for men. You might try an old trycyclic anti-depressant as they have less sexual side-effects than the newer ones, but keep in mind that most docs will want to "experiment" on your husband. That's what they have done to me and my entire family as long as I can remember. Try this, try this, it's supposed to help "people like you".

Something is wrong. I'm not doing so well today myself, so I understand. I guess that the rant that you described is a lot off-topic, but it sounds like your husband is cracking. I feel a little like I've cracked today too, but some days are better than others. In my case, I have these horrible dreams. They are sooo real and so upsetting. I'm so tired all the time and these dreams are frightening.

I dreamed today that we were back at the mobile home we used to live at and my kids were there with my husband and myself. He was wanting sex and I was trying to get the kids to stay in the living room so I could make him shut up. The kids wouldn't be quiet, and our eleven year-old came in. I had to take him back to the living room, but it turned out that we were getting into the car and trying to drive to Oklahoma for some reason that I don't know. We were on the four-lane road, but all the cars and trucks were driving towards us in all four lanes and I was desperately trying to avoid them. I turned off on this dirt road looking for an apartment that we could afford to rent in the back areas. I found a nice looking apartment building that said it had rentals available. Upon going inside, the huge fat woman who ran the place said that the units had no bedrooms, so it wouldn't work for a family. I got locked in, but my son got out. From there, it descended into a nightmare of this apartment building being a crooked insane asylum where people were kept until they died in these industrial looking corridors and forced to work to make the "guest" units look like a real apartment building. The people living there thought that the "workers" agreed to the treatment that they received, but they didn't know about the underground tunnels that they fat lady kept us in. I spent a long time going up through ceiling tiles in the floating ceiling and trying to dodge the fat chick and find a way out. Somewhere along the line, I got out, but my mom was trapped inside so I had to go back in.

When I wake up from those dreams, everything feels surreal for many hours. I have a difficult time trying to "live" normally. The dreams sort of flashback and they are so vivid and real that it's very disorienting. My adrenaline is running so high from the escape and mental gymnastics that I go through in these dreams, that I'm simply worn out. Plus, my husband is still probably going to be sulking today, as he did want sex this morning and I was not up to it. That's what triggered the dream and I have no way of coping with this in the midst of the rest of the stress we are going through. I think men hide sometimes from the stress of oh, say, getting laid off in a few weeks, by wanting sexual release. When I am stressed, sex is the absolute last thing on my mind. God help us.

Oh, yeah. I've been on anti-depressants for years. Trust me, the stress level and pressure we are currently under from all sides can make them not as effective. Plus, you have to keep in mind that antidepressants tend to have sexual side effects with men, anaorgasmia or inability to achieve orgasm, being the main side-effect for men. You might try an old trycyclic anti-depressant as they have less sexual side-effects than the newer ones, but keep in mind that most docs will want to "experiment" on your husband. That's what they have done to me and my entire family as long as I can remember. Try this, try this, it's supposed to help "people like you".


maybe you should stop taking all the drugs, idiot. You sound pretty fucking insane.

Something is wrong. I'm not doing so well today myself, so I understand. I guess that the rant that you described is a lot off-topic, but it sounds like your husband is cracking. I feel a little like I've cracked today too, but some days are better than others. In my case, I have these horrible dreams. They are sooo real and so upsetting. I'm so tired all the time and these dreams are frightening.

I dreamed today that we were back at the mobile home we used to live at and my kids were there with my husband and myself. He was wanting sex and I was trying to get the kids to stay in the living room so I could make him shut up. The kids wouldn't be quiet, and our eleven year-old came in. I had to take him back to the living room, but it turned out that we were getting into the car and trying to drive to Oklahoma for some reason that I don't know. We were on the four-lane road, but all the cars and trucks were driving towards us in all four lanes and I was desperately trying to avoid them. I turned off on this dirt road looking for an apartment that we could afford to rent in the back areas. I found a nice looking apartment building that said it had rentals available. Upon going inside, the huge fat woman who ran the place said that the units had no bedrooms, so it wouldn't work for a family. I got locked in, but my son got out. From there, it descended into a nightmare of this apartment building being a crooked insane asylum where people were kept until they died in these industrial looking corridors and forced to work to make the "guest" units look like a real apartment building. The people living there thought that the "workers" agreed to the treatment that they received, but they didn't know about the underground tunnels that they fat lady kept us in. I spent a long time going up through ceiling tiles in the floating ceiling and trying to dodge the fat chick and find a way out. Somewhere along the line, I got out, but my mom was trapped inside so I had to go back in.

When I wake up from those dreams, everything feels surreal for many hours. I have a difficult time trying to "live" normally. The dreams sort of flashback and they are so vivid and real that it's very disorienting. My adrenaline is running so high from the escape and mental gymnastics that I go through in these dreams, that I'm simply worn out. Plus, my husband is still probably going to be sulking today, as he did want sex this morning and I was not up to it. That's what triggered the dream and I have no way of coping with this in the midst of the rest of the stress we are going through. I think men hide sometimes from the stress of oh, say, getting laid off in a few weeks, by wanting sexual release. When I am stressed, sex is the absolute last thing on my mind. God help us.

Oh, yeah. I've been on anti-depressants for years. Trust me, the stress level and pressure we are currently under from all sides can make them not as effective. Plus, you have to keep in mind that antidepressants tend to have sexual side effects with men, anaorgasmia or inability to achieve orgasm, being the main side-effect for men. You might try an old trycyclic anti-depressant as they have less sexual side-effects than the newer ones, but keep in mind that most docs will want to "experiment" on your husband. That's what they have done to me and my entire family as long as I can remember. Try this, try this, it's supposed to help "people like you".


maybe you should stop taking all the drugs, idiot. You sound pretty fucking insane.

Something is wrong. I'm not doing so well today myself, so I understand. I guess that the rant that you described is a lot off-topic, but it sounds like your husband is cracking. I feel a little like I've cracked today too, but some days are better than others. In my case, I have these horrible dreams. They are sooo real and so upsetting. I'm so tired all the time and these dreams are frightening.

I dreamed today that we were back at the mobile home we used to live at and my kids were there with my husband and myself. He was wanting sex and I was trying to get the kids to stay in the living room so I could make him shut up. The kids wouldn't be quiet, and our eleven year-old came in. I had to take him back to the living room, but it turned out that we were getting into the car and trying to drive to Oklahoma for some reason that I don't know. We were on the four-lane road, but all the cars and trucks were driving towards us in all four lanes and I was desperately trying to avoid them. I turned off on this dirt road looking for an apartment that we could afford to rent in the back areas. I found a nice looking apartment building that said it had rentals available. Upon going inside, the huge fat woman who ran the place said that the units had no bedrooms, so it wouldn't work for a family. I got locked in, but my son got out. From there, it descended into a nightmare of this apartment building being a crooked insane asylum where people were kept until they died in these industrial looking corridors and forced to work to make the "guest" units look like a real apartment building. The people living there thought that the "workers" agreed to the treatment that they received, but they didn't know about the underground tunnels that they fat lady kept us in. I spent a long time going up through ceiling tiles in the floating ceiling and trying to dodge the fat chick and find a way out. Somewhere along the line, I got out, but my mom was trapped inside so I had to go back in.

When I wake up from those dreams, everything feels surreal for many hours. I have a difficult time trying to "live" normally. The dreams sort of flashback and they are so vivid and real that it's very disorienting. My adrenaline is running so high from the escape and mental gymnastics that I go through in these dreams, that I'm simply worn out. Plus, my husband is still probably going to be sulking today, as he did want sex this morning and I was not up to it. That's what triggered the dream and I have no way of coping with this in the midst of the rest of the stress we are going through. I think men hide sometimes from the stress of oh, say, getting laid off in a few weeks, by wanting sexual release. When I am stressed, sex is the absolute last thing on my mind. God help us.

Oh, yeah. I've been on anti-depressants for years. Trust me, the stress level and pressure we are currently under from all sides can make them not as effective. Plus, you have to keep in mind that antidepressants tend to have sexual side effects with men, anaorgasmia or inability to achieve orgasm, being the main side-effect for men. You might try an old trycyclic anti-depressant as they have less sexual side-effects than the newer ones, but keep in mind that most docs will want to "experiment" on your husband. That's what they have done to me and my entire family as long as I can remember. Try this, try this, it's supposed to help "people like you".