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Broken and despairing. Bereft. No hope left.
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<blockquote data-quote="JaneBetty" data-source="post: 702880" data-attributes="member: 20814"><p>Isn't it funny how we parents hang on to the merest sign of change?</p><p></p><p>Just one normal hour in our household would give my husband and I that wonderful feeling of hope, even though the other twenty three hours were mostly intolerable. </p><p></p><p>These small moments of hope kept us going for a long while.</p><p></p><p>I spent most of the afternoon away from the house today without the slightest anxiety, something that was impossible to do when our daughter lived with us. There was always the nagging certainty that she was making my husband's life miserable.</p><p></p><p>Copa, we planned to build a garage apartment for our daughter to live in, because I was sure she needed protection as she continued struggling with mental health issues. </p><p></p><p>I'm not sure now that doing so would have facilitated her recovery. She would have brought even more animals into the household, more strange characters nosing around our place, and she would have simply continued being an infant because she was still at home. </p><p></p><p>We would have continued to be the people she could safely rage at, because we love her and we were handy targets.</p><p></p><p>I wonder if you feel unable NOT to help your son because of your profession? My husband's background is in the medical field. It took him a long time to stop "helping" our daughter. She resented it and it seemed to increase her distrust of us, unfortunately.</p><p></p><p>I have to comment on the hoodie issue. There is a person who lives behind me who wears a hoodie. I see this person at a distance most days, and I cannnot make out whether they are a male or female because the hoodie is pulled down so low over their facial features, and this person is as thin as a stick and wears baggy clothing. Personally, I like wearing hoodies and have several, although the ones I have are styled for middle aged women <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/semi-twins.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":semi-twins:" title="semi-twins :semi-twins:" data-shortname=":semi-twins:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="JaneBetty, post: 702880, member: 20814"] Isn't it funny how we parents hang on to the merest sign of change? Just one normal hour in our household would give my husband and I that wonderful feeling of hope, even though the other twenty three hours were mostly intolerable. These small moments of hope kept us going for a long while. I spent most of the afternoon away from the house today without the slightest anxiety, something that was impossible to do when our daughter lived with us. There was always the nagging certainty that she was making my husband's life miserable. Copa, we planned to build a garage apartment for our daughter to live in, because I was sure she needed protection as she continued struggling with mental health issues. I'm not sure now that doing so would have facilitated her recovery. She would have brought even more animals into the household, more strange characters nosing around our place, and she would have simply continued being an infant because she was still at home. We would have continued to be the people she could safely rage at, because we love her and we were handy targets. I wonder if you feel unable NOT to help your son because of your profession? My husband's background is in the medical field. It took him a long time to stop "helping" our daughter. She resented it and it seemed to increase her distrust of us, unfortunately. I have to comment on the hoodie issue. There is a person who lives behind me who wears a hoodie. I see this person at a distance most days, and I cannnot make out whether they are a male or female because the hoodie is pulled down so low over their facial features, and this person is as thin as a stick and wears baggy clothing. Personally, I like wearing hoodies and have several, although the ones I have are styled for middle aged women :semi-twins: [/QUOTE]
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