SSDD

So husband is stoned out of his mind on prescription drugs (his). Sadly, they don't knock him out. No, they reduce him to the mental capacity of a drunk five year old. Joy. He hears things and sees things and gets very recalcitrant when I try to steer him to bed. He thinks he's helping me by getting up and getting his own water but, in reality, he just pisses me off. He has no concept of time when he's in this state. It takes him half an hour to just get to the edge of the bed where he might be able to stand up. Then another fifteen minutes trying to stand up, then he stumbles into the kitchen, passes out on the floor, eventually wakes up and some how makes it back to bed.

Call me a cold hearted bitch, but after two years of this, I don't go running to pick him up off the floor anymore. I'm the one working and I need my sleep. He gets to sleep all day. I don't. I'm also the one who picks up after him when he pours an entire bottle of water/tea/protein shake (now THAT'S fun!) all over himself, the floor and the sofa.

Good times. And he doesn't understand why I get so upset and why I'm drifting away. He's a jerk when he's drugged. An absolute jerk who makes a mess and does things like leave the refrigerator door open all night. The other morning, after being woken up several times and only getting something like four hours of sleep, I got up to find that he had opened every window in the apartment and pushed all the shades up. I was in my underwear and we have close neighbors. I have no idea what he was doing but any neighbor up at that hour got a peep show!

How do caregivers maintain any semblance of sexual love for their partners? It's like he's my child, not my husband.