As a student, my husband and I suddenly found ourselves in the position where his salary only covered the bills and we hab no money to live on for the rest of the month. He saw an advert for a barman in a local pub and got the job. They also wanted waitresses so I got that job - this was before we knew I had ME. I managed 3 nights before I collapsed (though my tips meant we could eat!)
He carried on working, out all day at his main job and then out at night. He cooked for me before he left and checked I was OK but put my quietness down to feeling ill. In fact, I was becoming more and more disconnected from reality. One day, he came in from work and I was sitting in a cupboard hiding from the seagulls as I thought I had died and they were vultures wanting to eat me.
He helped me to bed and talked me back to reality - no doctors thank god. He arranged for my parents to come the next day and having people about seemed to focus me.
Then I had a mild post partum psychosis after my second child was born, again a disconnect from reality.
Years later, he took the kids away to a caravan for a few days and I felt myself drifting again, though I knew what it was and was able to stop it. I worry about being left to live alone quite apart from all the basic ME problems.
My illness has always been mainly neurological and I have always lived in my head a lot. My mother took me to the doctors as a child as she kept finding me staring at the wall, but I wasn't epileptic, I'd realised that I could play without taking out toys and having to tidy them up just by imagining it.
Without ME I could have been a great novelist
