VelvetDarkness
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It probably seems like I only come here with problems to offload but I value the advice and insight I get showered with here so much, that it's really all your own fault. 
This is going to be something of a ramble, so apologies, but I think it's best if I get all this down and give you guys as much information as I can.
I want to talk about my Master, who is very depressed right now. I don't know whether he'll read this at any point but I'll try not to let it affect the way I write. He has my passwords and the right to read through what I get up to online but he rarely chooses to.
My Master, L, has a history of depression. I knew this to be the case from when we first got together and have taken it on board. He has tearful moments and other times where he goes silent and introverted or goes out for a long walk alone. For the most part I've let him handle things his own way and endeavoured not to become a part of the problem or say the wrong thing and make him feel bad. If I try to talk to him about it he tells me that it's just who he is and can't be changed. Then he changes the subject. I find that so frustrating because I really want to try and understand what's going on with him.
He has a long history of being generally unhappy. He was a ginger haired, buck toothed kid and got bullied viciously and systematically all the way through school. This shafted any hope of him developing any self esteem. He's always been something of a loner. He has friends who he deeply values but isn't really a social creature. He is happier playing computer games than going out for the evening. He went to university but hated his course and barely passed it. He made some enduring friendships and played in a band.
After university in Birmingham he stayed in the same town and started working from home as a freelance internet researcher. He liked being able to work as and when he wanted to and devoted his free time to his music (he plays lead and bass guitar in an angry, rock/metal fashion) and his computer games. All of these are quite insular activities. He only earned enough each month to cover his basic essentials and a bit of booze/game/music equipment money but wasn't really bothered about it. Neither of us are materialistic.
Then we met and we had a LDR for a while. We talked about moving in together but he was scared that if we did get a place he'd carry on doing the bare minimum to get through life and end up being a burden to me. He was also reluctant to move in knowing how generally depressed he was. His housemates moved on and he went back to his home town in Wales and rented a room from an old friend.
Three months after he moved to Wales he changed his mind and asked if I still wanted to live with him. I said yes and so we got a small house together. I was happier about how things worked out because when his old flatmates were moving out I worried that he'd end up living with me for want of a better idea. So I think it's good that he went to Wales for a while. He was in the same village he grew up in, a couple of streets away from his parents.
(his parents are the most amicably divorced people on the planet. They live at opposite ends of the same street, see each other most days and at christmas we all had a meal together. His mum is seeing someone but his dad is resolutely single)
So now we're living together and have done so for 5 months. Things have been really good between us on the whole. I was worried about him moving to a new town where he had no friends. It has taken him time to make his own friends because he doesn't have much in common with mine but he now has a few mates that he hangs out with and occasionally makes angry rock music with.
So what's the actual problem? Get to the fucking point! I hear you cry. (if you're still reading that is.
Master has been spiralling a bit. Moving from Wales to Kent sapped his finances quite a bit and his last income tax bill was a lot more than he expected. He borrowed money from me and from his Mum in order to stay afloat. This depressed him as he felt that he should have done more work, earned more money and filed his tax return earlier, all of which a probably true.
He has been looking for a regular job because the internet work went totally dead after Christmas and he's found it hard to make enough money even when he is working long hours and that has demoralized him further. In the last few weeks he found a job working for a company that designs computer software for dental surgeries. He started on Monday this week.
Because he's been working from home since he was a student, L had no smart clothes of any description. We went out and got him some shirts and ties and trousers etc. He generally freaks out a bit about new things and by the time he got as far as last weekend he had a panic attack. He's had a few over the past couple of months.
One of the problems I think he's having is that he's letting go of idealistic dreams he's had since childhood. (L's 24 btw) He's acknowledged to himself that he's (probably) never going to achieve international rock superstardom and (probably) not going to marry Rachel Weiss or Isla Fisher. He's at something of a crossroads and although he wants the security of a regular paycheque and set working hours, he never really envisioned himself sat in a shirt and tie, pecking away at dental surgery software for eight hours a day. He's worried that he's about to settle and to be discontented for the rest of his life. That doesn't mean that he has a better idea or knows what he'd really like to do as a career (except be a rock star or chief games tester at Nintendo) He came back from his interview last week and was upset because he was asked what his greatest life achievement was and he couldn't think of anything.
I know none of this sounds particularly domly but he does really enjoy being my Master, it's one of his few outlets.
He's put on some weight though and is now the heaviest he's ever been (6ft tall, 225lb) which was another reason why buying his corporate uniform depressed him.
I know this all sounds whiny but I'm really not articulating just how stressed out and unhappy he feels.
I work away from home most weekends. L has always enjoyed a drink. We both do. If we have a meal out we'll share a bottle of wine. If he goes out with friends he can get very drunk. He has always had a large capacity for alcohol and if anything his weight gain has made him even more able to hold his drink. What I didn't know though, is that he has been binge drinking when I'm away to really unhealthy levels.
I usually come home Monday mornings but the weekend before last I was offered a lift by a friend and got back at about 11pm Sunday night. L was completely drunk. In the time since I left the previous Friday afternoon he had consumed a litre of strong whiskey and 3 bottles of strong red wine.
I talked to him about it the next day and he opened up for the first and so far only time about the extent of his depression. L first of all said that I had to remember that he loves me and that none of this has anything to do with me.
Then he told me that he hates waking up in the morning and goes to bed at night hoping he'll die in his sleep. He feels anxious and angry all the time. He panics about money and about the future. He hates his music, thinks everything he writes is crap and often wants to smash up his guitars and equipment. He often feels like running away. He often feels suicidal. He feels that he has done nothing in his life except the bare minimum to get by and that he'll never achieve anything because of his self defeating attitude. He hates himself, thinks he's a fuck up and a loser. He thinks that I'm stupid and deluded for being in love with him.
I asked him about his drinking and he admitted that he's been binging (sp?) when I'm not there. He's also been buying junk food when he's been telling me he wants to lose weight and I've been buying and cooking healthy food for him. I told him that his drinking was harmful and he said that as he wants to be dead, it doesn't really matter.
After all that he wanted some space so he went for a walk. I couldn't believe what he'd said and that I hadn't known how unhappy he was.
Since then I've tried to broach the subject of therapy but he won't hear of it. He refuses to discuss it and I've backed of for fear of alienating him. Since that weekend he's gone through a bottle of wine most days and this weekend he had a friend round and got through a bottle of whiskey single handedly. He spent the whole of the next day throwing up.
On valentine's day he gave me a card in which he'd written that he loves me, I'm the best thing that ever happened to him and he's looking forward to spending the rest of his life with me. Most of the time he is my loving Master and SO. His sex drive has diminished but I'm not surprised. When we do have sex it's still very M/s and still a wonderful, bonding experience. It's like he's living in two parallel realities. How can he spend every waking moment wanting to die and then write me a card like that? I don't understand and I'm scared for him.
I don't have a great deal of experience with depression, certainly not with anything as severe as this. If he won't discuss seeing a GP or therapist I'm not sure what I can do that's useful. I'm terrified of doing or saying something that exacerbates things or makes him feel even worse. He already feels awful for admitting how depressed he is and I really don't want him to feel bad for that.
I feel honoured that he chose to confide in me and I'm scared that I'll lose that confidence if I keep trying to push him to get some kind of professional help. But what else can I do? If I do nothing and he does something really stupid one day I'll feel terrible. I am so not equipped to deal with this.
Thankyou for wading through all this. Any insights are very gratefully received.

This is going to be something of a ramble, so apologies, but I think it's best if I get all this down and give you guys as much information as I can.
I want to talk about my Master, who is very depressed right now. I don't know whether he'll read this at any point but I'll try not to let it affect the way I write. He has my passwords and the right to read through what I get up to online but he rarely chooses to.
My Master, L, has a history of depression. I knew this to be the case from when we first got together and have taken it on board. He has tearful moments and other times where he goes silent and introverted or goes out for a long walk alone. For the most part I've let him handle things his own way and endeavoured not to become a part of the problem or say the wrong thing and make him feel bad. If I try to talk to him about it he tells me that it's just who he is and can't be changed. Then he changes the subject. I find that so frustrating because I really want to try and understand what's going on with him.
He has a long history of being generally unhappy. He was a ginger haired, buck toothed kid and got bullied viciously and systematically all the way through school. This shafted any hope of him developing any self esteem. He's always been something of a loner. He has friends who he deeply values but isn't really a social creature. He is happier playing computer games than going out for the evening. He went to university but hated his course and barely passed it. He made some enduring friendships and played in a band.
After university in Birmingham he stayed in the same town and started working from home as a freelance internet researcher. He liked being able to work as and when he wanted to and devoted his free time to his music (he plays lead and bass guitar in an angry, rock/metal fashion) and his computer games. All of these are quite insular activities. He only earned enough each month to cover his basic essentials and a bit of booze/game/music equipment money but wasn't really bothered about it. Neither of us are materialistic.
Then we met and we had a LDR for a while. We talked about moving in together but he was scared that if we did get a place he'd carry on doing the bare minimum to get through life and end up being a burden to me. He was also reluctant to move in knowing how generally depressed he was. His housemates moved on and he went back to his home town in Wales and rented a room from an old friend.
Three months after he moved to Wales he changed his mind and asked if I still wanted to live with him. I said yes and so we got a small house together. I was happier about how things worked out because when his old flatmates were moving out I worried that he'd end up living with me for want of a better idea. So I think it's good that he went to Wales for a while. He was in the same village he grew up in, a couple of streets away from his parents.
(his parents are the most amicably divorced people on the planet. They live at opposite ends of the same street, see each other most days and at christmas we all had a meal together. His mum is seeing someone but his dad is resolutely single)
So now we're living together and have done so for 5 months. Things have been really good between us on the whole. I was worried about him moving to a new town where he had no friends. It has taken him time to make his own friends because he doesn't have much in common with mine but he now has a few mates that he hangs out with and occasionally makes angry rock music with.
So what's the actual problem? Get to the fucking point! I hear you cry. (if you're still reading that is.
Master has been spiralling a bit. Moving from Wales to Kent sapped his finances quite a bit and his last income tax bill was a lot more than he expected. He borrowed money from me and from his Mum in order to stay afloat. This depressed him as he felt that he should have done more work, earned more money and filed his tax return earlier, all of which a probably true.
He has been looking for a regular job because the internet work went totally dead after Christmas and he's found it hard to make enough money even when he is working long hours and that has demoralized him further. In the last few weeks he found a job working for a company that designs computer software for dental surgeries. He started on Monday this week.
Because he's been working from home since he was a student, L had no smart clothes of any description. We went out and got him some shirts and ties and trousers etc. He generally freaks out a bit about new things and by the time he got as far as last weekend he had a panic attack. He's had a few over the past couple of months.
One of the problems I think he's having is that he's letting go of idealistic dreams he's had since childhood. (L's 24 btw) He's acknowledged to himself that he's (probably) never going to achieve international rock superstardom and (probably) not going to marry Rachel Weiss or Isla Fisher. He's at something of a crossroads and although he wants the security of a regular paycheque and set working hours, he never really envisioned himself sat in a shirt and tie, pecking away at dental surgery software for eight hours a day. He's worried that he's about to settle and to be discontented for the rest of his life. That doesn't mean that he has a better idea or knows what he'd really like to do as a career (except be a rock star or chief games tester at Nintendo) He came back from his interview last week and was upset because he was asked what his greatest life achievement was and he couldn't think of anything.
I know none of this sounds particularly domly but he does really enjoy being my Master, it's one of his few outlets.
He's put on some weight though and is now the heaviest he's ever been (6ft tall, 225lb) which was another reason why buying his corporate uniform depressed him.
I know this all sounds whiny but I'm really not articulating just how stressed out and unhappy he feels.
I work away from home most weekends. L has always enjoyed a drink. We both do. If we have a meal out we'll share a bottle of wine. If he goes out with friends he can get very drunk. He has always had a large capacity for alcohol and if anything his weight gain has made him even more able to hold his drink. What I didn't know though, is that he has been binge drinking when I'm away to really unhealthy levels.
I usually come home Monday mornings but the weekend before last I was offered a lift by a friend and got back at about 11pm Sunday night. L was completely drunk. In the time since I left the previous Friday afternoon he had consumed a litre of strong whiskey and 3 bottles of strong red wine.
I talked to him about it the next day and he opened up for the first and so far only time about the extent of his depression. L first of all said that I had to remember that he loves me and that none of this has anything to do with me.
Then he told me that he hates waking up in the morning and goes to bed at night hoping he'll die in his sleep. He feels anxious and angry all the time. He panics about money and about the future. He hates his music, thinks everything he writes is crap and often wants to smash up his guitars and equipment. He often feels like running away. He often feels suicidal. He feels that he has done nothing in his life except the bare minimum to get by and that he'll never achieve anything because of his self defeating attitude. He hates himself, thinks he's a fuck up and a loser. He thinks that I'm stupid and deluded for being in love with him.
I asked him about his drinking and he admitted that he's been binging (sp?) when I'm not there. He's also been buying junk food when he's been telling me he wants to lose weight and I've been buying and cooking healthy food for him. I told him that his drinking was harmful and he said that as he wants to be dead, it doesn't really matter.
After all that he wanted some space so he went for a walk. I couldn't believe what he'd said and that I hadn't known how unhappy he was.
Since then I've tried to broach the subject of therapy but he won't hear of it. He refuses to discuss it and I've backed of for fear of alienating him. Since that weekend he's gone through a bottle of wine most days and this weekend he had a friend round and got through a bottle of whiskey single handedly. He spent the whole of the next day throwing up.
On valentine's day he gave me a card in which he'd written that he loves me, I'm the best thing that ever happened to him and he's looking forward to spending the rest of his life with me. Most of the time he is my loving Master and SO. His sex drive has diminished but I'm not surprised. When we do have sex it's still very M/s and still a wonderful, bonding experience. It's like he's living in two parallel realities. How can he spend every waking moment wanting to die and then write me a card like that? I don't understand and I'm scared for him.
I don't have a great deal of experience with depression, certainly not with anything as severe as this. If he won't discuss seeing a GP or therapist I'm not sure what I can do that's useful. I'm terrified of doing or saying something that exacerbates things or makes him feel even worse. He already feels awful for admitting how depressed he is and I really don't want him to feel bad for that.
I feel honoured that he chose to confide in me and I'm scared that I'll lose that confidence if I keep trying to push him to get some kind of professional help. But what else can I do? If I do nothing and he does something really stupid one day I'll feel terrible. I am so not equipped to deal with this.
Thankyou for wading through all this. Any insights are very gratefully received.
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