I am so glad you were able to work things out with your husband.
What words I had used with h would not have mattered. My observation actually had more to do with Rocket J than h, but, he can’t perceive it that way. Really, he literally can’t. It’s not a choosing not to. He truly, honest to gawd can’t perceive what I say with any degree of accuracy.
I have asked him more times than I could ever count to help me. Tell me how to get through in a way that will make sense to him. Crickets.
It’s like his head is filled with cement.
It’s like this with everything.
I have told him 87 times he does not need to crate the dogs when he leaves, just because I’m in a videoconference. Sure as shit, he locks them up every. single. time. They are adults, they don’t need that. They have earned their freedom. This one especially angers me because it affects the dogs. I ask him, yet again, to help me understand what it will take to get him to hear me. Nothing.
He gets images in his head that are not reality based and locks on. To them, the dogs are puppies who will wreck things. In reality, they are nice two year olds. My male, high drive Czech GSD though he may be, was actually good as gold even as a baby puppy.
I have never been able to come up with any theories about what’s wrong with him. And, I really can’t. I’m too close. But, it hit me recently that I have been pointing in the wrong direction. The possibility of a spectrum disorder is starting to make sense.
Because I fought hard, I was able to get H to his primary and his primary to relent and refer him to a neurologist. She quickly ordered a sleep study. Sure enough, he has sleep apnea.
He’s on a CPAP now, and tested out much improved in short term memory which is 100% at odds with what goes on at home.
So, we have another meeting in two days. I’ll bring my notes. But, I don’t even care anymore. What difference does any of it make? He will never do anything to help himself. I’m done.