Catmom, good Monday morning. Just catching up and hoping you are into a new week and looking forward to reclaiming your peace and your life. Your story, and bluebell's story, sound so eerily familiar---just like my story with my son.
The big step to reclaiming your home as your sanctuary is a key one. It is a physical boundary that will help you move forward in finding serenity, yes, even in the middle of horrible times with your precious son.
Looking back, I realize that having him right in front of me and dealing with all of the "stuff" all the time was the worst possible thing for me and for him. It kept us dancing the sick dance of enabling. But of course, telling our precious sons that they can't live here anymore, and there being no answers to the questions of where they will go, how they will live, what will they do for money, a job, friends, on and on and on can drive us literally crazy.
Please hear this: People are amazingly resilient and they are survivors. Even in the toughest of times, my son managed to survive, even on the street in 15-degree weather for 40 days, four hours away from me, after getting kicked out of rehab twice. Even within 2 miles of my home right here in our mid-sized city, sleeping on a bench wrapped in a blanket, walking 3 miles to McDonald's to work---from that bench---yes, no shower, I have no idea how he even brushed his teeth or even if he did brush his teeth. We finally got to that point. He had to do it on his own. It was hard and it was painful for me, and I'm sure for him, but that is how it all happened and how he reclaimed his life. I had to stand way, way, way back from his daily life. I got the point where I didn't ask the questions. I was to the point where I could take care of myself first, and him second.
This happened over a period of years.
Today, he is working full time for a major electrical commercial contractor as an electrician. He makes $23 an hour. He has benefits. He gets overtime. He is working side jobs learning the residential side. He has $8000 in the bank (as he told me yesterday). He just bought a car. He is changing the oil himself and looking up a maintenance schedule so he can take care of the car. He has quit smoking. He is living in a trailer and looking for a different, better place to live. He is worried about gas mileage. He is dealing with people at his work who have been hired to be his helper who drink too much and don't show up for work and get fired. He is disgusted with them.
I tell you these details because I want you to know that things can change. Our sons can find their way, yes, much later than others, but they can do it. I see that my son did it, finally, for many reasons and due to many factors, but one huge one is that I finally got out of the way. I started working on me (a full time job) and getting the help and support I needed through AlAnon to do that. I took the energy and the focus off him and put it on myself. My son has his own journey to walk. I have mine. Today he is 27.5 years old. He has been in jail multiple times. He has two felonies from selling drugs. He has been homeless over and over and over again. He has been in rehab multiple times. My story is your story. I understand the pain and the depth of our despair, your despair.
Please keep sharing and let us help you navigate the next weeks and months. We care.