JannaSenior Contributor
My Vulnerability
Today has been a difficult day. All my insightfulness, my strength, my understanding, tolerance and acceptance has just flown out the window as I face another stark reminder of how bad my son's mental health issues really are. I took the initiative a few days ago to organise a get together with my son and his friends and their parents. My son knew about this and was positively receptive. "We" are a nice group of parents, all with sons, that share a common thread - we (being the mums) are all separated and have all had our fair share of exposure to abuse and mental health issues. I'm gifted to have this group in my life and so is my son because they are a truly supportive and non-judgemental group of people. Myself and another mum oranised this get together for Sunday 15th Nov, however this somehow got lost in translation and got mixed up with today. I received a call from one of the mum's today to say that this mix-up had occured and that "the boys" were all coming over to her house today. I told my son about this and expected an excitement and eagerness to join them, but was overwhelmingly dissappointed to find that he could not cope with the "last minute" nature of this and opted out. I spent at least 45 broken minutes trying to get my son motivated to meet up with his friends, all to no avail. The more I tried to encourage him, the more withdrawn and defiant he became. This to me slapped his mental health issues into my face - when a boy does not want to hang out with friends that he deems as being his "best friends" that's really saying somthing ... isn't it?
My son has since chosen to sleep - to roll over and block out the world. Meanwhile I've beem catapulted into a bad zone where I'm struggling with overwhelming emotions about him --> my life --> what I should have done --> would I could have done, etc.
Whatever my son's internal demons are, they are strong. Strong enough to resist doing something that he loves and enjoys. Strong enough to override everything. All his mates had gathered today for the sole purpose of seeing him and yet this was not sufficient motivation to get my son out of bed, let alone out of the house.
It was, and still is, a very cruel reminder of how bad my son's mental health is. The sooner this residential care thing happens the better. I certainly can't do this alone.
Janna ❤️