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<blockquote data-quote="katya02" data-source="post: 766612" data-attributes="member: 2884">Thank you both! I also hope very much that my son doesn’t agree to come home with us. Between the stress of the past week and my husband’s surgery, and my son’s attitude to me, I can’t deal with it. My husband has let on that our son has made verbal attacks or verbal pokes at me in the past when I wasn’t there, and says when it happens again that he will take him up on it. I wish that had happened before … Right now I am trying to detach, calm myself, and let God take care of it. I spent the past 24 hours in such stress as we learned that our son would be allowed to walk out of hospital ‘if he knows his name and can walk a little bit’. I could only picture him coming to harm on the street and ending up dead, and I was so angry at hospital staff who are so callous - the law requires that someone have capacity to understand their decisions before they can leave against advice, and knowing your name and taking a few steps does not constitute capacity. But in the end he can walk. I am getting a handle on compressing the stress and grief that causes, leaving it in a compartment, and trying to function. My son’s hostility is a painful thing, a knife twisted in my heart. It‘s not the first time he has driven in that knife. It makes me question my parenting and everything I thought I did that was good, but apparently wasn’t. It makes me doubt myself as a person.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="katya02, post: 766612, member: 2884"] Thank you both! I also hope very much that my son doesn’t agree to come home with us. Between the stress of the past week and my husband’s surgery, and my son’s attitude to me, I can’t deal with it. My husband has let on that our son has made verbal attacks or verbal pokes at me in the past when I wasn’t there, and says when it happens again that he will take him up on it. I wish that had happened before … Right now I am trying to detach, calm myself, and let God take care of it. I spent the past 24 hours in such stress as we learned that our son would be allowed to walk out of hospital ‘if he knows his name and can walk a little bit’. I could only picture him coming to harm on the street and ending up dead, and I was so angry at hospital staff who are so callous - the law requires that someone have capacity to understand their decisions before they can leave against advice, and knowing your name and taking a few steps does not constitute capacity. But in the end he can walk. I am getting a handle on compressing the stress and grief that causes, leaving it in a compartment, and trying to function. My son’s hostility is a painful thing, a knife twisted in my heart. It‘s not the first time he has driven in that knife. It makes me question my parenting and everything I thought I did that was good, but apparently wasn’t. It makes me doubt myself as a person. [/QUOTE]

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