Please read my profile if you want to know all the gory details, but yes my husband was in a mental health crisis when he went so far off the ranch I didn't even recognize him anymore. He had 16 APs (9PA/1EA/and 6 interviews to see if they would be PAs)in 10 months. He spent over $65K in that time. I thought it was depression and maybe a mid life crisis thrown in there. Turns out he is bipolar 2, we got a diagnosis just this week.
When I thought it was depression, it really didn't help me much, or explain what the hell happened to my life. My husband was the most caring person. I knew him for years before we got together, and he was not who he turned into. I knew he was depressed off and on his entire adult life, that is not at all what was going on when he was cheating. I thought maybe he was an SA when I first found out, but that didn't make sense either.
I am one that has to understand, I have to know everything. I made him give me full discloser, including spelling out sex acts, and giving me a calendar with who he saw when on it. When I saw the calendar, I knew it was more than depression. He saw 4 women on one day. That is more women than he dated in his life until he lost his mind. I started looking for answers and so did he. He was horrified, confused and filled with shame. It led us to get him an official evaluation.
What we found out from his psyc was that some meds he was given for fatigue (hello depression) pushed him into hypomania complete with hyper sexuality. He had hypomania before, but it was really mild, he would just suddenly be in good mood, then after a while it would pass and he would fall back into varying degrees of depression. Unless the depression was severe, I didn't realize he was depressed, and neither did he. I finally feel like whorefest makes some sense. This is scary as hell, but it's easier in some ways. I still have trauma, but it's not as bad, my triggers are not as huge, I have stopped thinking about it obsessively, and it's not the first thing that floods me when I wake up. The women he saw were living sex toys to him, he had no empathy for anyone. He was actually broken, more than he had ever been.
He is still responsible for what he did. He still made the choice to do it, he physically went and had sex with sugar babies, put us into debt, ripped my heart out of my body, and put my health at risk. He accepts he made the choices that put us here. I share my pain with him, and neither of us look at it as a "get out of jail free card". What it is to me, is a mitigating factor. He didn't know his thoughts and feelings lie, he thought he was making sense, and that seeing whores was what he needed. Now that he knows he cannot trust his thoughts and is going on meds, I fully expect him to question any major change that he wants to make. Including leaving his job, rewriting our marriage, or spending anything over $100. If he cheats on me again mental illness or no, I am out. He is responsible for anything he does, just like everyone else, being mentally ill does not give him the right to hurt other people. He knows his thoughts lie, he knows to call his doc and talk to me if he starts spiraling one way or another, he knows to ask for help and that he cannot do this on his own.
I have also made it clear that secrets of any kind are a deal breaker for me. He was a "private person" before all this. He avoided anything negative, he was always there for me, but he never really shared when things were hard for him. I will not be in a half assed marriage now, I need all of him, the good and the flawed. My boundaries are not optional.
Weirdly finding out he is truly mentally ill has given me so much more confidence in myself. My husband is wicked smart, and I spent a lot of our 20 years together thinking he knew better than I did about a lot of things. That has shifted, and I trust myself more. I also tell him if he is doing something boneheaded, like putting off something he needs to have done the next day until 11:59pm. I still love him madly (pun not intended), but he has to strive for his best self, and be aware of his issues. Bipolar is not an excuse to be a shitty person. If he doesn't do the work then he is not going to have me in his life, as much at that will kill me.
I will also say that I want him in my life, and it is worth it to me to give him a shot at redemption, now that he understands how his brain works. This is just where I am, and I don't think everyone who's spouse cheats while mentally ill has to make the same choice. My husband has put so much goodwill in the bank with me that I can give him this chance, if he would have been selfish or derogatory to me before whorefest I would not think he was worth the work or the pain.
We have a treatment contract now,if he starts into hypomania I cut him off financially and he works from home. We have redefined our life together. This is a brave new world for us, and I hope it's not a dystopian one!