I’ve had lots of scary health issues. My normally nice husband sometimes yells at me when I have a crisis. I won’t go so far as to say I deal with it well, but it really helped for me to think of it as his fear for me doing the talking. When he’s afraid, it comes across as anger.
I’ve tried to tell him that he can just talk to me in a normal tone, but in over 40 years, it hasn’t happened. And I have to recognize that he gets angry when I take risks. I was needing to use a walker just to get around the house for most of the summer, and he got mad when I got impatient and tried to get around without it. I am not OK with the tone he used, but he did have a valid point. He was the one who would have to deal with the aftermath of a fall, and he was dealing with plenty already. My taking risks affects both of us.
I see this as part of living with another human being with his own emotions and reactions. I can choose how I react to his words, although it can be hard when I’m at a low point already. Since the only negativity in our relationship is words, not deeds, I’m willing to let this one go. He has borne a huge burden of having a partner who hasn’t been able to contribute to our lives together for too many years, and of taking care of me when I have a crisis. He actively tries to find ways to make my life easier, and makes an enormous difference in my quality of life.
Just some thoughts that may provide perspective. Or may not, of course.
Rebecca