It sounds like he needs more intervention and follow-up from the professionals, Lee. Try not to take his words and actions personally. Whatever is going on neurologically, it is the disorder speaking, and it needs to be treated.
I am Scot-Irish too. Scot makes me thrifty and Irish makes it not easy to control. Thank goodness for my low dose Wellbutrin. It is not much but enough to help me keep more mellow. With your husband Lee I think I would have to take a higher dose.
During my husband's raging / out of control episodes I spoke to my GP and said I thought the wrong person in the family was on the antidepressant. What he was taking seemed to do no good. So we tried some for me. The first one I tried did no good but the second one was a charm. It calmed me enough that I dealt with his abuse much more calmly. No I'm not Scots-Irish, maybe that was in my favor too? Ha, Ha!
Thanks so much ladies, I have started using the ...stop telling yourself these lies...then leaving the room. It seems to throw him for a loop and he stops. I then go about my day, calmly and ignoring him. His newest thing is growing a goatee.....which he couldnt do in a yr with his lack of whiskers...where this came from , who knows, he says he saw it in the movies....and he does watch tv a lot...lol. So will just let that play out till he realizes maybe that the only thing he has accomplished is looking scruffy. He is still up one day, down the next or might be up one hr, down the next, might be up one minute then rotten the next. We attended my Dads family reunion on the weekend and people who know him noticed how quiet he was...very uncharacteristic and his appearance has turned to thin and haggard almost overnight. Thanks so much for the tips and suggestions. I truly appreciate reading all of them. Reminds me I am fine.
Thanks for the update Lee222. I was wondering how things were going with you. Glad your new approach is making a difference. Just a thought, your husband's goatee idea may be the result of him having a more difficult time shaving himself. With my partner it was her feet and toe nails, a caregiving task that I took on reluctantly truth to be told. It was the first actual hands on care that she needed a number of years back, and it was hard and time consuming and unpleasant. At least she did not fight the care.