What is it like to live with a hypothyroid wife/husband?
My husband, Palle, wrote a chapter in my book about what it is like living with a Hashimotos-/ Hypothyroid wife.
“My wife, who used to be a formidable and downright scary opponent in any conflict or exchange, looked as if she was afraid to speak her mind and fight for her points of view. She, who used to negotiate contracts for the company, was cautious and unsure of herself. Even the task of complaining about a defective product in a store was given to me. That had always been her job, and woe betide the poor sales clerk who dared try to explain away a defective product’s deficiencies.”
“I would often come home late from work to find her sleeping with the dishes still stacked up. She had been lying there all day long.”
“She also constantly forgot appointments, even appointments that were written into her calender – with the dentist, doctor, and hairdresser.”
Read the whole chapter in the book – and let your husband/wife read it, too.
Quite the contrary, for I also always take my turn. But she did nothing in the house.
The dishes, laundry, cooking and the rest of the chores were an impossible task for her. She did not, or rather could not, contribute to doing any of them.
Even on days when she was home from work, I would come home late to find her sleeping with the dishes still stacked up. She had been lying there all day long.
– Palle, Helle’s husband