I to chose to view this as a gift, i mean "hey" i cant return this so might as well own this puppy and make it work for me. Are there bad days, HECK ya. But in general i have a lot more good days and what i call "truce" days than bad so i am lucky that way.
The sex thing (without being graphic, i am a gentleman) is my addiction of choice. Even now, medicated as i am, i would have sex two to three times a day with different women if it was possible. But with the meds i am more connected to my wife and others around me and therefore CHOOSE to be a good man an husband. I do feel a disconnect to many people, and it shows with my lack of friends. I am outgoing and friendly and will give you the shirt off my back, but i somehow lack that ability to "connect" with poeple in a way to form close frinedships. Thats why i love my dog so much, he accepts me for who i am and only wants love, food, and play. LOL LOLLOL
There is another thread on here from a woman whose husband is in the depths of a major mania/break with reality and sleeping around and doning drugs and just about
every other bad thing he can do. She asked why, why why why is he acting that way. I said to her that in his mind it made complete sense. When i look back i know that my wife and i had a very interesting sex life together, (no gory details) and by that i mean VERY interesting
. But it wasnt enough for me. Despite all we did and who we did it with it wasnt enough and i kept craving more and more and more. Maybe this is how adrug addict feels, one hit is never enough, two is better,a nd if two is better than 4 if twice as good as that. It completely spirled out of control to the point i was trying to run 3 affairs at the same time. (and when you consider that two of those affairs involved couples i was really on a roll)
Enen thine it wasnt enough.
When my wife found out she blew her lid, and in my mania i goaded her again and again till finally she stabbed my with an corkscrew 5 times, the last three where to the face and neck. Even then i couldnt feel anything like concern over my actions, i was so buzzed out on mania it just wasnt registering.
I came down the next day and had a brief moment of clarity and saw i had a real problem. That I was the problem no my wife. With that in tow i got an emergcy appoitment with a PDoc and i got a good one. She listened to me ( i was in a hyomania at the time) and after 30 minutes of it diagnosed me right there. I started on abilify that day and that helped a bit. After a month she moved me to respirdone (which scared me) and it was like a weight was taken off my shoulders for the first time in my life. I came back to normal and was able to make progress in therpay and get back to being the good guy i allways wanted to be.
Like i said, sex is my drug of choice, and it can be just as destructive to a life as herion or crack. I'm just thankfull i had a moment of clarity and was able to (with a lot of help) save myself from a disaster of a life.
Bill