Depression - Only For Women?

I have suffered from depression, and several times throughout my adult life, sometimes only slightly when it all looked 'blue', and I just can not be bothered with anything, and at other times harder when I needed help and knew it.

Knowing that you are depressed, it seems to me that the most difficult to accept. There are many issues in life that bother you about - people, careers, marriage, a woman to name but a few, but none compare to accept the fact that you are depressed and need help

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Why should this be so? Why so much guilt associated with the disease that was not your fault? Perhaps all that is associated with emotional references such as "barmy", "daft", "mad as a hatter 'and' insane '. All the colorful descriptions to call the images gibbering, dribbling, ugly people in mental hospitals, or - fear of the thought - Mixing street, where they actually make you accost May

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I hid the fact that I had taken antidepressants for years from everyone, and particularly intuitive doctor took the time to explain and stress to me that depression can be 'simple' lack of disorder where the body can not synthesize and kontrolekoličine serotonin system, a depression is the result. I know that this explanation is simple and does not wish in any way diminish the complex and severe forms of mental illness that causes distress to patients and families alike. However, what troubles me right now is that my husband is suffering and would seemingly rather die than admit that he May be depressed.

Is this because he is a man? the notion that somehow 'letting the side down', which shows weakness or acting in an inhumane way is dominant in its refusal to seek help. Yet, as he denies the disease, the behavior gets worse. Irritability has long promoted to paranoia, disturbances in anger, and periods of silence punctuate our family life.

we all learned to avoid any form of conflict, however ridiculous, and expressed the view that differs from its very challenging his manhood. What a relief it would be if he could be treated, and possibly return a person in half a few years ago. Treading on eggshells has become a way of life, but the awful reality is that if something changes, our three boys will never want to spend time at home, except for 'duty visits' because it's just not worth the risk.