IMSContributor
End of the Road
I last posted in October 2020 regarding my son's illness and path of destruction.
A lot has happened since. We found a Psychiatrist for him, he has a good GP and Psychologist.
We still don't have a diagnosis and may it doesn't even matter. Despite all the help and support of professionals and family my son's mental health has deteriorated to the point where he has pretty much lost all of his friends. His flatmate moved out last week due to my son's behaviour. He has been on sick leave for almost 5 months now and is struggling with money. I had paid his rent for several months but I can no longer help him financially. I used to bring him groceries, help cleaning the house, brought him dog food to no avail. If he has spare money he will self-medicate even more. By helping him out I enable his behaviour. On top of that he doesn't have respect for me and keeps blaming me for everying that has ever gone wrong. He is also calling me names and talks really badly about other people including my daughter. I know I wasn't the perfect mother, but who is? I have made mistakes and have apologized to my son time over again. I raised both my kids the same way and my daughter loves me and respects me.
My Psychologist advised me to stop all help because so far my help hasn't really helped, in fact everyting is worse now. She wants me to let him save himself. His landlord is in the process of getting him kicked out of the house, also because he has arears. Due to his lack of respect he cannot live with me.
My heart is breaking, thinking of him living on the streets or in a car. At the same time I'm so close to a breakdown myself that I heed to save myself first. I have been drinking more alcohol as well just to get a break from all the sadness. I know this won't help me in the future and have cut down alcolohol to one glass now. The Psychologist said that without my help he will be taken care of "the system". I'm so afraid what will happen to him, the pain and suffering he might have to go through. But I have reached my limits being over 60 now. I have had a lot of anxiety recently and can see how much I have changed over the last year. My adult daughter is worried about me and she is angry with her brother.
Has anyone else gone through this? How did you cope, how did you manage going to work as if nothing had happened?
Thanks for taking your time to read this.
IMS