For a year, when I was depressed, I did next to nothing at work. I was able to carry out some of my responsibilities at home, but not all of them.
At work, papers piled up on my desk for a year. I couldn’t get it together to file them or do anything about them. I simply couldn’t do it.
At home, I was responsible for finances. But I didn’t do them. I paid the bills—barely on time. That was it. I couldn’t file the bills and doing taxes was quite simply, beyond my ability to tackle alone.
I was able to do some things. I had always been the cook in the household and somehow I managed to do that. I did maybe one quarter of the gardening I did when I wasn’t depressed. I couldn’t do the car stuff. I was barely able to handle taking my son to piano lessons and practicing with him. I’m not sure you could say I handled it, since I lost it on several occasions, yelling at him and making him cry. That, more than anything, was a symptom showing how sick I was.
I had no energy to do anything. The thought of doing anything was overwhelming. I couldn’t start to do anything.
The only things I could do were things that were habit and that required barely any thought and that had to do with the basic necessities of life, like food. I spent most of my time on the computer, on fluther, since that was the only place I felt at all useful or appreciated.
Everyone responds differently to the disorder. Some can do more, and some can do nothing at all. Asking a depressed person to do household chores could make them feel guilty and even more worthless than they already are. They might feel unwanted and could decide it might be better to be homeless than to be a leech.
On the other hand, you are dealing with a teenager. And if I recall correctly, when I was a teenager, I didn’t want to do anything around the house, anyway. I didn’t understand my role in the household. I did chores, grudgingly, but I seethed about them. I simply could not understand why my parents expected me to do anything.
I’d say you have a tricky situation, to say the least. I think what you might do is to tell her you understand what depression does, but that you also have an expectation that health people will contribute to the household. You don’t know what you can ask of her that will be possible for her to do given her disability, but you’d like her to see if there’s anything she can do. Let her know she will feel better if she can do something, even something very small.
But be careful about pressuring her. It could easily backfire and make her feel worse because she can’t do it. But maybe she’ll feel she can try. Let her know you will help her in any way she needs, and that you understand how hard it can be to get going with any task at all. So you will help. Together, you’ll figure it out.