Most of our difficult adults
I like this. They ARE adults. Yes. They are Difficult Adult Children, yes. But we are not served by that child word in there. It is regressive for US. When I began to see my son as an ADULT it became really, really hard for ME. Because I really had to accept that his actions made him a BAD person. And it made me have to face how really, really problematic were his behaviors, his conduct, his choices, and that he could well never ever change. After all. I was trying EVERYTHING to get him to change. And there, lies the problem and the kernel of truth. Why would we treat them as our children when their hair is getting gray? I do not know why I had such a hard time with this. Except for that word: child.
So, when we do any of these ‘responsible adult everyday life chores’ for them, they think they are entitled to having someone else do them.
My son could not see the logic of paying rent, because, why should he? So much more money for marijuana and other crap? Why should SHE want or need the money? She's not entitled to it. Better it stay in MY pocket, not hers.
I learned (painfully) that there was NOT ONE THING I could do for my son, or with him. Because EVERY SINGLE THING was coming from a place of either entitlement on his part, or wanting control (my part) to effect a result (his betterment.) I had to accept that I had no right to think, feel, or want anything with respect to his persona or life, let alone betterment. My only proper role was in effecting my own betterment. Duh.
That they are already doing more than enough, just by working a job.
Give me a break. My son seems to believe he is doing more than enough, breathing. By his actions and attitudes he demonstrates that he is a puppeteer--and I am the puppet. Jerk my chain, and I perform. It took years for this to reveal itself to me, in its truth. As long as my son believed that his life mattered so much, as in life and death, to me, he was not ultimately responsible for his own life. I was. In his mind he was not responsible.
I had to get myself completely out of it. Because I could no longer let myself be a puppet. For my own self.
I am coming to see this as a form of stealing a person's life force, the illusion that I have responsibility in another adult's life. He deserves his own life and life story. As a street person druggie, or a dead person, if that is his choice. He is no longer
my child.
If I have to severe the relationship completely, in order to give him his life, and me my own, I will do it.
Recently I see that ANY contact at all is destructive. Because in his relationship to me he believes it is OKAY to destroy me. Apparently, this is the case. Because that is the result. But, see. I am viewing this wrongly. It is me who believed it was okay that the result be that I be destroyed. In order that he live. Who would do that? A mother. See how destructive is that c word, child?
I am writing these things because I seem to need to write them. But I also think this could apply to others. Your son is a man. Let him live a man's life. Learn from my mistakes.
I really, really liked Apple's post.