exhaustedContributor
Just need to be heard
I am not normally a person who reaches out nor talks about what is going on publicly.
Yet after a childhood of a mother with Boarder line Personality Disorder, who attempted to take her life and blame me from the age of eight
A brother I cared for until he took his life and a son that has had 14 admissions in the past 5 years.
I am feeling at the end of my line
I have done all the good things, I have an incredible therapist, naturopath, etc, I run a company, turn up every day, I have other children, support through carers assist
Yet today, I could barely walk, my heath is in a really bad way, it has been extremely intense for a very long time, I do not want to sound like a victim, as I do not feel like one, yet i feel so embarrassed by my family history and the intensity of the drama that chaos that has come with it.
It has been suggested that I take a back seat from my son and let some of the agencies take care of him for a while. But I am his mother, it goes against every cell in my body. Yet his abuse and violence and inability to be doing any thing for himself, and the level of manipulation that he projects and pushes on a daily basis is suffocating.
I know I need to start to look after myself and not allow him to keep doing what he does to me, yet I know that he is sick and needs help. After holding my brother in my arms when he passed I feel so wounded and terrified that my son will not make it.
I know in my heart that I can not make him do anything, I know that i am powerless and I know that there is barely a stone left unturned in the help that I have sort for him.
Yet after 5 attempts on his life in the last 12 months alone, it is the call that every mother dreads it keeps happening.
As this started when he was 14, there were not many places at the time that would treat a young person, and as the years have gone on, he winds up in every area of the city in a different hospital, he will not disclose his notes from other places and he knows how to work the system to get out afte the 72 hour hold.
I have wonderful friends but after 5 years you really do start to not want to talk to them about it, as every one has their own lives.
I am not even sure why I am typing on here, yet I think I am hoping for hope.
I don't even know what I am looking for as I know that no one can fix this or make it better
But I am devastated, isolated emotionally and yet if you were to meet me on the street you would have no idea, but my fronts are starting to wear down, my nervous system is shattered and I am very scared.