When we get to the end of our rope, completely, that is when we can actually "see" this, truly, for the first time.
Before that, we focus ALL of ourselves on "helping" our loved one. We can't see this. We can't see what we can't see.
It's only after we have tried it all 100 times, 1000 times that we sit, helpless, broken, in complete despair, and we cry out: Somebody please help me. Not one single thing I have tried has worked...what else is there? How can I live? How can I go on?
That is when there is a break in our denial, in our selves, for this light to begin to enter.
That is a very good day, even though it feels like the worst day of our lives.
I believe now, that it HAS to be like that for our adult DCs. Just like that. Until they are completely without resources to move one inch forward, they will not try something new.
And that is a very good day for them, too.
May we somehow get to this point, so they can somehow get to this point.