Feeling Sad---Son is Homeless

Feeling Sad

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Greetings, Leafy. Thank you!

You are still in my prayers. Sending out all of my positive thoughts. Your times now are 'bittersweet'....probably some of the very most precious moments, intermingled with profound sadness.

Our combined strength is with you, dear friend.

God's Peace.
 

Copabanana

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Hi Feeling,

When your son came back after the year away, did you ever ask him about that block in Washington? Was your intuition correct? Was he nearby?

Thinking about that year away might give you solace. He did it. He knows how. That was so sweet that he came back in exactly one year.

Sleeping better is a good thing.

People live through unbearably difficult situations.

If I decide to do something that is like work, I will just go back to work. It has usually been easy for me to get work, once I decide. I would go back thinking of it like an ignition. To get me going. I have always lived with purpose...my entire adult life. I am beginning to suspect that I am resisting doing things to recover.

M needs me at home for now. We have a project where I need to decide things. If I can get work in a prison near home (there is one possibility) I could do it soon. If not, I would have to travel myself to that destination. I am not ruling that out either.

Volunteer work would not help me. Working would. I love my work.

Thank you for thinking of me, Feeling.

Because you feel so bad, you may not see how much progress you have made. But you have.

I am glad you have clarity about the car registration and ticket.

COPA
 

Feeling Sad

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Yes. He told me where he parked in a residential area. I stayed at a hotel on one side of the rectangle of major streets. I would wake up and drive down 1 block and turn right. I then would drive 1 block to the corner. I would get coffee at Starbucks. Then, I would take my youngest son down right on the street to McDonald's at the other corner. We would sit in the parking lot and watch the planes take off and land at Seatac. Then we would turn right and go up the street, turn right and we were back to our hotel.

I often know before something happens. I do not like it...it just is. I read once that if you have trauma or are ever vigilant...you pick up on cues.

He returned after one year because he said that he was trying to establish residency to attend college in Washington. Sadly, he started to get worse.

He was much better then. He even worked temp office and computer jobs. So, it does not make me feel better. In fact, worse. I have been through it for a year. Now, it will be five years, per the restraining order... or forever. That is the big difference.

I was just thinking that to start slowly, a small no pressure volunteer job would be good.

Yes, you seem driven and very highly professional. If I did not have to work...I would probably not. But, would I be better now or worse? I do not know.

Yes, I am functioning...yet with 'shades' of the young Cotillion girl dancing with white gloves. Smiling on the outside, and her heart breaking on the inside. I am still a mere facade...

But, we are all survivors and strong. We all will get through this.
 

Feeling Sad

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I was watching about O.J. It is safe to do so because my son is back home.

It is strange that he was my first boss. I was 17 with very long blonde hair and he owned the Pioneer Chicken in Encino.

My first interview had been in Sherman Oaks at Kentucky Fried Chicken. The sleazy boss had taken me in back and told me that I would get the job depending on how fast I could run. I said, "What?" He replied, "As long as you run slow enough for me to catch you!" Needless to say, I got out of there fast.

The next week, strangely I stayed in the chicken field, I got the job at Pioneer Chicken that O.J. owned with another sports figure. Hmm...I forget.

Sort of a continuing theme. O.J. seemed nice the few times I saw him, but he was violent.

My first husband threatened to slit my throat. A theme, of sorts.
 

Scent of Cedar *

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Recovering Enabler posted to me once that we can know we are enabling when we resent the help we give, Feeling. Another thing that helped me when I needed to make these kinds of decisions was whether I could take, or refuse to take, a certain action, and still meet my own eyes in the mirror whatever the consequences.

That gets to be the key question, when the kids are in danger and we don't know how or whether or how much to help.

I hope you have been able to rest more easily, now that one of your other children is near, Feeling.

Cedar
 

Feeling Sad

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I am glad that I paid for his parking ticket and his registration renewal. It is one less thing to worry about. He cannot receive mail because he is homeless. It is difficult to even write that.

Hopefully, he will just get a fix it ticket for not having a current sticker. When he goes in to renew his registration, he will find out that his car insurance and his registration renewal have been paid. It is one less thing to worry about, for him, as well as, myself.

My youngest son returned home from his college trip. I sleep better, but I still wake up at night screaming.

It has almost been 4 months since I had to file a restraining order against my ill son. He had cracked a bottle and held it to my throat. About 3 weeks later, he was arguing with his voices and was having command hallucinations about killing me.

My heart goes out to all the parents that read this site. It is a horrible state to find yourself suffering through, with no clear end in sight.

I find myself thinking back to happier times when my son was young, his favorite toys, the stuffed animals that he would sleep with, how cute he was, and how eager he was to do things and go places. Beautiful precious memories.

Why am I torturing myself? But, it is immeasurably and profoundly true 'torture' to exist all of the time in reality...today's sad reality.

It is not my son that tried to kill me. It was not my son that was arguing with his voices about killing me. It was my son who has been taken over by the insidious incurable disease called paranoid schizophrenia.

How can I make sense of the reality? My old son is gone. My captive son tried to kill me. My son walked differently, he lost weight, he wore his clothes differently by throwing his hood over one shoulder to the front, his voice and his vocal inflections changed to a higher-pitched singsong quality, and his cognition had been affected. I witnessed my son slowly evolving into a different resemblance. A mere shadow of himself.

Once in awhile, I was afforded a very brief glimpse of his old self... a joke, his 'normal' laugh, a moment of lucidity. Then in a moment, it was gone.

I have 2 older sisters with schizophrenia. I have sadly witnesses it's merciless evolution before.

How do I come to terms with reality? How does a mother set her alarm system and carry mace....while constantly worrying about the welfare of her schizophrenic homeless son? I made him homeless. Yes, I had to file the restraining order. But, never the less, he is now homeless living in his dilapidated car. I do not know where. He is afraid to use phone because of spies.

I have been told by therapists that he IS like a child mentally right now. Yes, he has a tall man's body, that could have hurt me without realizing what he was doing. Their voices are compelling. Their voices threaten them. Their voices seem familar, friendly, and powerful.

How do I go about detaching? How can I? He is not willfully chosing these bad actions. He has anosognosia and lacks insight. His delusions and hallucinations are extremely real to him. He is child-like. He would gleefully point out a fire engine or state that our dog is a mammal. My son who was genius level. He is out there alone.

I want to make it exceedingly clear. My youngest son and I were in danger. I had no choice. Yes, it is a very flawed system. I needed to keep my other son safe. Command hallucinations are not always folliwed, but they can be. My schizophrenic sister had jumped from a second floor balcony, ran fill force into glass sliders, and set a dress on fire following her command hallucinations. My son had talked with his voices as he smashed things, stabbed the counter, or cut cords. The threat is real.

I studied the wording in the 5150, the involuntary commitment in CA. The mental health worker had sent me a very important part of the law. We spoke at great length. He used to be a special education teacher like myself and came that day to the house. The wording spoke of allowing past history of their illness by family members. It was stated that it should be taken into consideration.

That day, standing beside the same mental health worker and the five officers, I brought this up to the officers. I was told..."No..it cannot be allowed in our decusion". They left me down the street and the cop cars drove off to serve my son.

I prayed for him to run. Why? So that they would take him in. I wanted him to shout and throw things. I prayed so hard for that to happen.

The mental health worker spoke to my son through his closed door. No answer. That was no surprise. He usually did not answer me.

He does not realize that he is sick. Why would he agree to receive treatment? Why would he talk to a stranger when he is paranoid and petrified of people?

Then they pushed his door open and grabbed him out of his room. He was wearing a tee shirt and his boxers. They let him quickly put on his jeans.

I later found the sad little piece of jute that he would tie around his waist. Did he leave it there by accident because he was rushing? Did he have a brief moment of logic and thought that they would perceive this as odd? I will never know. I just know that I can never throw it away.

Next, the officers, 5 in total, and the mental health worker asked him questions. He was able to say that he was depressed, talks out loud when he writes, and was joking when he was talking about killing me. All lies.

My son who has not worked, gone to school, or had friends in 9 years was told to pack up and was escorted by police car out of the tract.

A few days ago, Governor Brown passed an ammendment to the 5150 wording. It now allows recent history of their condition to be considered.

I want to tell parents to keep a log for every strange or violent episode, if the police were called, if there was a hospitalization, any medicines...everything and anything. Take pictures, after the violence subsides, of any damage or injuries. If you can have your phone safely taping WITHOUT their knowledge, do so.

Today, would they have taken him in...I will never know. I was met with lack of empathy, lack of understanding, and lack as to the real threat of command hallucinations. I was told, "You merely overheard him talking to himself". They did not even come in the house. They told me that legally, they could not because he did not actually threaten me to my face.

Two years earlier, the only other time I had called the police, I told them he had...to my face..threaten to "cut my face up". They asked me THREE TIMES! They told me to file an eviction and that they would return when I had the forms for them to serve. They asked me if I had somewhere to stay.

This time, they refused to go in. I had asked for crisis intervention trained officers. I was told that I would get the ones who were the closest. They never called the mental health crisis team.

I had called the mental health team numerous times. They told me that my son was too dangerous, but if I called the police they would be sent as well. Sadly, no..........

First, call 911, not the local police station. I was afraid that he would be shot. If you call 911, they will treat it more seriously.

Secondly, if the mental health team does not arrive, call them on your on.

Thirdly, if you do not agree with the officers' decisions, call and ask to speak to the field commander immediately.

I did not know this. I called the police station the next day from the hotel room. I was told by the top commander on duty that NOW the crisis was over. Also, another officer told me that the reason I could not get the emergency restraining order that the dispatch officer mentioned is because it was not domestic violence. Domestic violence is just between a man and a woman...not a mother and a child...I was told. I told her that I had just returned from the domestic violence department at the courthouse and that she needs to educate herself about this topic.

That night, the officers said that they would...could not go in. He had not threatened me to my face. I told them that he had 3 weeks earlier with a jagged bottle, but that was no longer current. They asked if my paranoid son could come to the door. Unbelievable! They told me that they could not give me an emergency restraining order. They told me to go up to the courthouse the next day.

It took me 6 days to complete the filing and have the crisis trained officers on duty. By now, my ill son had ample time to think of an excuse.

I cannot stop worrying. He is not in touch with reality. One of my schizophrenic sisters was kidnapped by a pimp and taken to a seedy hotel and forced to turn tricks for 2 weeks before my parents found her. She was told by him that it was against the law to ride on the bus after dark. She got off with him. She spoke about that man being "out there" still trying to get hear until she passed away last year.

She had a mind affected by schizophrenia.

I have read that up to 95% of people with schizophrenia lack insight. They need medicine to acquire insight. Once they are on medications, they feel better and go off the medications. The cycle goes on and on.

Please, prepare yourself with knowledge of your and your ill child's rights. Please, know the laws. Keep excellent records. Even if they choose not to involuntarily commit your child that time, send these records out for missing persons and they will be sent to police and sheriff stations. Send records out to local mental hospitals and police stations. If your adult child is brought in for strange behavior or is arrested, these excellent records will help your child receive help. Also, any relative not on the restraint order can file a missing persons report. They will be contacted. In addition, you can state on the restraining order that you want to be able to see your child in the hospital or jail.

To all who read this site...all of those troubled hurting parents...my prayers go out to you. I wish the very best for all of you.

Take care.
 

Copabanana

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Feeling, you are gaining mastery over your situation. While the pain may be the same, you have zoomed out and are now looking at it from a vantage point of distance.

Coulda, woulda, shoulda. There could have been other, better outcomes, but there could have been outcomes, much, much worse. Not only to you, but to your ill son.

Feeling, does he get SSI? Does he have an income? How did he survive financially the year he was in Washington?

I have a hard time while I sleep, too. I dream of my mother, and on the margins, my son and my sister. I do not scream. I wake up sad, but every day I am better than the day before.

The last bad, bad day was 6 days ago. I am hopeful I am through the worst. I believe you are too.

I will think about you tomorrow, at work. With your AC broken again. Or hopefully, fixed.

COPA
 

Feeling Sad

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Copa, you are right...it could have turned out worse...much worse.

I want to help others who might read this site not to make the same mistakes that I did. Not mistakes, but rather, lack of knowing all of the proper procedures that you have a right to fight for...if you know that they exist. I called people...but got nowhere. I called about 10 agencies. I did not know that I could have complained that night to a field commander. The next day, it was no longer a crisis...

I found out, that the officers who refused to come into my house that night were later questioned because of a possible disciplanary action. They lied and told the commander that they had offered to come in. My word against 3 officers.

The 5150 requirements was just ammended. I want people to know about being informed well before you might need it. Also, a log is important to start a paper trail. I was informed...but, sadly, I did not know enough.

I tried to have the officers take his past mental illness history and recent threats into consideration. If it had happened now in my state of CA, just 4 months later, there might have been a better outcome.

My son has never been on SSI or SSDI. He could not work because of his illness. I could never get him on SSI because he refused to see a doctor. He also falsely believed that he would not be hired in the future for a job if he was on SSI. He always refused.

After they decided not to involuntarily commit him, I was asked by the officer, a few days later, why I had not become his conservator. I told him that I needed a diagnosis to start the proceedings. I was hoping that the 5150 would give me that diagnosis.

After he held the broken bottle against my throat, I went to the courthouse the next day to file for the eviction the police had told me I needed. The law clerk told me that I was in danger and that the eviction would take too long. She told me to go upstairs and file a restraining order.

I went upstairs and was told that if I file a restraining order that I might not ever see him again. I went out to the parking lot and cried. I did not know what to do. I thought I will take care of it when school got out in 3 weeks.

My son argued with his voices about killing me on my first night off of school.

He did a small amount of temporary part time computer work when he was homeless 9 years ago for a year. I supported him by putting money in his account. I checked his bank statement. That is how I knew where he was. He never called. I flew up there twice trying to find him. He was just starting to get ill then.

I am just very sad and worried. Everyone on this site is sad and worried. The laws need to be changed. People need to be more aware of the plight of the mentally ill.

I had the head commander say that police are not psychologists. He said that their job was to protect us. I then asked him, "Who is protecting my son?"

I guess that I am sad, worried, AND mad.
 

Copabanana

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Feeling,

I am so glad we found this site. Who else would or could understand? Others judge us. We judge ourselves.

If your son has no income, he has to go somewhere to eat. He has to shower. He has to find a way to buy gas for the car. The car cannot forever stay in one place. He has taken at least one trip. There was a way he got that money.

Each of these contacts offers the hope that he will come into contact with others who are caring and kind. And will help him. There are professionals and others on alert for the vulnerable.

He will have to trust somebody. I do not believe that if he feels cornered he will fight. He would have with the police, if he was going to do so. I believe he will have to trust. The love you have given him all of these years and the love of his brothers, will win out.

Feeling, does he have identification?

Feeling, there was no way that anybody could have been prepared with a strategy to have pursued every possible thing correctly. That is like being presented with a maze, and after you have gone through it, saying I could have turned left or right. Why didn't I? With hindsight everything is 20 20.

It is one thing to share that information to others. It is quite another to obsess about it. I hope it is the former. Not the latter.

It is not the end of the story, Feeling. It is a new beginning. Sometimes, things get better, not worse. Allow that possibility.
 
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New Leaf

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Copa, you are right...it could have turned out worse...much worse.

I want to help others who might read this site not to make the same mistakes that I did. Not mistakes, but rather, lack of knowing all of the proper procedures that you have a right to fight for...if you know that they exist. I called people...but got nowhere. I called about 10 agencies. I did not know that I could have complained that night to a field commander. The next day, it was no longer a crisis...

I found out, that the officers who refused to come into my house that night were later questioned because of a possible disciplanary action. They lied and told the commander that they had offered to come in. My word against 3 officers.

The 5150 requirements was just ammended. I want people to know about being informed well before you might need it. Also, a log is important to start a paper trail. I was informed...but, sadly, I did not know enough.

I tried to have the officers take his past mental illness history and recent threats into consideration. If it had happened now in my state of CA, just 4 months later, there might have been a better outcome.

My son has never been on SSI or SSDI. He could not work because of his illness. I could never get him on SSI because he refused to see a doctor. He also falsely believed that he would not be hired in the future for a job if he was on SSI. He always refused.

After they decided not to involuntarily commit him, I was asked by the officer, a few days later, why I had not become his conservator. I told him that I needed a diagnosis to start the proceedings. I was hoping that the 5150 would give me that diagnosis.

After he held the broken bottle against my throat, I went to the courthouse the next day to file for the eviction the police had told me I needed. The law clerk told me that I was in danger and that the eviction would take too long. She told me to go upstairs and file a restraining order.

I went upstairs and was told that if I file a restraining order that I might not ever see him again. I went out to the parking lot and cried. I did not know what to do. I thought I will take care of it when school got out in 3 weeks.

My son argued with his voices about killing me on my first night off of school.

He did a small amount of temporary part time computer work when he was homeless 9 years ago for a year. I supported him by putting money in his account. I checked his bank statement. That is how I knew where he was. He never called. I flew up there twice trying to find him. He was just starting to get ill then.

I am just very sad and worried. Everyone on this site is sad and worried. The laws need to be changed. People need to be more aware of the plight of the mentally ill.

I had the head commander say that police are not psychologists. He said that their job was to protect us. I then asked him, "Who is protecting my son?"

I guess that I am sad, worried, AND mad.

My thoughts and heart go out to you Feeling.
You have done everything in your power to help your son, and help others.

What about you Feeling?

What about you my friend?

Leafy
 

Feeling Sad

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I feel like I have had the stuffing knocked out of me.

I wanted to thank you for all of the wonderful posts, my dear friends. I am truly blessed to have such commrades...warriors to stand strong with me. Today, I am not feeling strong...just tired and sad.

It is difficult to even write. I am burned out. I have gone through crisis after crisis, and threat after threat for over 50 years....since I was 11.

I am too tired to keep bouncing back up. No worries...I will. I always do.

My youngest son's girlfriend of 6 years broke up with him last night.

They met in high school. My youngest is self-driven, does not drink or do drugs, is on the Deans List at school, passed 3 certifications in Cisco at 20, and always helps everyone. He works full time with computers and attends college full time.

He was 1 in 10 in the United States chosen to go up to Silicone Valley to put on power point presentations to big companies there. He received offers.

My heart is breaking for all 3 of my sons.

His girlfriend stopped going to college, stopped working, would not take a job because she wanted to be able to die her hair purple, and does not own a car. My son would always pay for everything...only the best was good enough for her. He drove her everywhere and drove back to pick her up. Most of his earnings was spent on her. She started to talk of being a tattoo artist and started to wear a pentangle. She just practiced in a band that growls and the lead singer was kicked out of the Vatican because he wore a shirt that said, "Jes_ _ _ is a cu_ _. He is a Devil worshiper. She dumped my son for him.

I saw this coming. Sadly, my son probably started to also. I am sure that she cheated on him when he went up North.

She was his first and only girlfriend. He has gone through all of the issues with my ill son. He feels badly because he had to go ahead inside of our house and then let the police in. He had to sit there while all of the officers questioned his brother. He witnessed his brother's fear and shock. He watched his brother be forced to pack up. He picked out a cell phone for him to call him. It has never been recharged.

He does not want to talk about it now. He is in his room with the door shut.

My heart is breaking for all of my sons.
 

Copabanana

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My heart is breaking for all of my sons.
I wish I could write something reassuring, but I cannot.

I still remember my own pain in my 20's. The only thing I know is it gets easier.

Oh. I thought of something reassuring: I cannot remember hearing about young men who have a greater sense of responsibility and heart as do yours.

I know that having an ill brother and having to see you suffer and be afraid has taken a toll. But I have never heard about young men that have a stronger sense of family. They learned that from you, Feeling.
 

Feeling Sad

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Thank you, Copa.

He has always been thoughtful.

When he was two, I took him around for his first Halloween. I watched as he walked up to each door in his cute outfit. When we got home, I expected a lot of candy. We had gone several blocks. His large bag had just one piece. He thought that you gave them one before you took one out...

When he was 5 he was in Cub Scouts. We had gone camping with my friend, a nurse, and her older children Her daughter was stung by a bee. My friend started flipping out and panicking. Then, there calmly walked up my youngest son with a first aid kit. He had thought of packing it on his own.

When we stayed in a hotel for six days during the process of filing the restraining order, we were not allowed to go to the house to get anything.

He had asked if he could go back very quickly and run in to grab something by his door in a small box. I told him 'no' and that it was not safe. He was ready for this emergency. He had packed up his most precious possessions...His small tattered stuffed animal from his childhood, a letter from my mom before she died, a picture of his best friend that died when he was ten of Leukemia. He still wears the matching three rings that they bought together around his neck in memory. He automatically donates $25 a month to Make A Wish. They paid for a trip for his friend before he died to Hawaii with his family.

He brought into the hotel room when he arrived several bags of toiletries, food, snacks, everything that I needed. He went each of the 4 days to the courthouse with me...2 times in court before a judge.

He bought and installed the alarm system. Before... he had bought me mace and put a lock on my door. He also kept a small folded knife by his bed for safety. That breaks my heart. I did not realize until about a year ago that I was putting my 2 younger sons went I had gone through as a child. I was so busy just dog paddling...trying to keep my head above water. It breaks my heart.

I did not like the way his girlfriend has been treating him, but I just was there for support. I am certainly no expert...being divorced twice. It is very difficult not to tell them what you think....

He just came out of his room. Last night he saw a female friend that he has known for years. Tonight, he is seeing his 2 best friends since middle school.

I told him that I was sorry. I told him that I needed my 'obligatory' hug. He started to dodge, run, and sneak away laughing. I think that he will be okay. It will take time though...
 

Copabanana

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When he was two
He thought that you gave them one before you took one out...


When he was 5 he was in Cub Scouts.
Then, there calmly walked up my youngest son with a first aid kit.


He still wears the matching three rings that they bought together around his neck in memory.


He went each of the 4 days to the courthouse with me


I told him that I needed my 'obligatory' hug. He started to dodge, run, and sneak away laughing.

Feeling, I do not know which of these is sweeter. What a doll!!!

(I vote for the 2 year old giving out all of his candy.)
 
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Copabanana

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I reread the post three times about your youngest son, Feeling.

I know I am a bit too old for him...but the thought passed my mind.
 
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New Leaf

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I feel like I have had the stuffing knocked out of me.
Oh Feeling, sometimes we cannot see the rainbow behind the clouds......I know this feeling overwhelming sadness as if I was a t-shirt turned inside out, shook by my toenails, all of my hurts surfaced, exposed to the wind,the rain and the sun. It is the process of rebirth, painful, yet necessary to reveal our strength in our misery. And you are strong.

I wanted to thank you for all of the wonderful posts, my dear friends. I am truly blessed to have such commrades...warriors to stand strong with me. Today, I am not feeling strong...just tired and sad.
There is strength in recognizing your feelings and allowing yourself to feel them.

His girlfriend stopped going to college, stopped working, would not take a job because she wanted to be able to die her hair purple, and does not own a car. My son would always pay for everything...only the best was good enough for her. He drove her everywhere and drove back to pick her up. Most of his earnings was spent on her. She started to talk of being a tattoo artist and started to wear a pentangle. She just practiced in a band that growls and the lead singer was kicked out of the Vatican because he wore a shirt that said, "Jes_ _ _ is a cu_ _. He is a Devil worshiper. She dumped my son for him.
Whoa, she sounds like a real winner-----oops, that is mean. Okay, no it's not. Sorry, no filter here-she was using your son, plain and simple. Nobody deserves this kind of treatment. I hope that he can see that, and that people come and go in our lives. There are lessons to be learned in all of our relationships. One lesson is if we allow people to run us over, they will. Another lesson is that we get to choose who we give ourselves to. The young give their hearts so readily. Through the thick and thin of it all, we eventually learn to have better judgement, and hopefully to love ourselves, and be more careful about opening the floodgates of our hearts.

Your son sounds like my son, thoughtful, sweet, considerate. An old soul.

I would open a bottle of wine, and toast the event.

Her leaving him is painful, but probably saved him from a lot more misery! There are kind, thoughtful, loving people out there. Your son does not need to be shackled by her version of "love". He deserves much, much more. When he is ready, tell him that.

Also, explore the possibility, in growing up with his ill brother, perhaps his tolerance level is too accepting of mistreatment?

This is not your fault. Your writings in between the lines relay many years of struggle, challenges and strength, your young son by your side, all the while giving of himself.

You have a chance now to focus on your young son and celebrate his goodness. Celebrate both of your goodness.
Leafy
 

New Leaf

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Greetings, Leafy. Thank you!

You are still in my prayers. Sending out all of my positive thoughts. Your times now are 'bittersweet'....probably some of the very most precious moments, intermingled with profound sadness.

Our combined strength is with you, dear friend.

God's Peace.
Thank you Feeling. You are in my prayers as well dear soldier.
I did not walk this morning, my thoughts have been on you, and writing to you. There is so much going on in your life, and yet you find the time to be encouraging to me.

What a life you have had, your suffering is beyond words and comprehension. Yet you are here and you are so strong.

I cannot get this thought out of my head, that your strong attachment to your ill adult son has caged you to your past. Forgive me, as I have said before, I have not had your experience. I have detached from my G-F-Gs, how do I know if they are not mentally ill themselves? How do I not know if their addiction has caused them to lose a part of their minds, their sanity?

Thusly, am I to be responsible for them forever more? I do not think so Feeling. Addicted, or mentally ill, they are adults. I will not allow them to cage me anymore.

I revisit my past to understand my life choices, I do not wish to be entangled in the barbed wires of my mistakes. I do not wish to inflict pain upon myself through the words or deeds of my G-F-G's.

I wish to live, and I wish to be free. Free to celebrate my life, and the lives of my children, and yes the lives of my G-F-G's. Who is to say that the choices they make now are the roughest of sands that may eventually turn into the beautiful pearl of their endless possibilities?

I wish to be free, Feeling, and I wish the same for you and all others who have found their way to this site.

Caged Bird
BY MAYA ANGELOU
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.


My heart goes out to you dear Feeling, and I am sad for you, but I am also strengthened by your amazing capacity to come through the fire over and over again like a phoenix......

If I have written anything to offend you, please forgive me. The word of the day is overcome.
Leafy
 

Feeling Sad

Well-Known Member
Leafy, you could...would never write anything that would offend me. Everything was pure in its honesty and helped me to see things through better, clearer lenses.

Yes, he was not being treated right for a while now. It is good that they broke up and yet, as a mother, my heart is breaking for him.

She was his first love. As she changed, he still hung in there. Slowly, she stopped going to school or working. The band she is in has played in a restaurant once...for free. All she talked about was that lead singer. She 'rehearsed' all the time.

She told my youngest son that she has always been this way and he wanted her to be someone that she is not.

I say, my son worked very long hours at a full time job and full time college. He always drove her everywhere. Why shouldn't he be able to be having fun, be driven around, and have someone pay for EVERYTHING for him.
His ex girlfriend is very immature. Who can support themselves in a band?

His friends all say that he deserves so much more...so do I.

I loved the poem..."his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream..." Sounds like me.

I have often thought of myself being in a cage. The door is open, but I still am too afraid to seek freedom.

I love your line, "Who is to say the choices they make now are the roughest of sands that may eventually turn into the beautiful pearl of their endless possibilities?". Just beautiful...

I love the choice of word for the day..."overcome". Great choice.

I guess that it is difficult to stop worrying about my son because he was so very ill. His cognitive level was compromised. He could not think clearly with his constant intrusive voices. He has echoalia where one repeats the same line up to 50 times. He had, at times, catotonia, where he would sit in the same frozen posture for an hour at a time.

We had no one over except my son's girlfriend for the last 7 years. When I came home, he would run into his room before I walked through the door. He could tell by the sound of the car. If I walked around the corner in my house, he would stand very still and try not to let me know that he was lurking in the shadows.

If he was in the family room with me and my youngest son came home, with or without his girlfriend, and he had not heard his car to signal running into his room, he would duck behind a couch or recliner and freeze. Once, he was behind the couch for an hour. Once, he climbed under a desk and froze with his behind sticking obtrusively out. I would try to get them...very casually... into another room so he could escape to the safety of his room.

His voices told him to do these things. All of theses behaviors. They warned him to watch out...be careful.

My sister with early onset schizophrenia would walk for hours in a circle. She had a cruel voice and a nicer voice. My son has several. They usually tore him down. I would hear him say..."I am not stupid" over and over again. Heart-breaking.

My son would step out of his room very stealthily and look around both ways to see if it was clear and then run to the restroom. If someone was there, he would use a bottle to urinate in to avoid coming out. He would look out the front door. He would not leave until in was clear outside...five houses up or down the street on both sides. He would wait at the door for hours until it was clear. He would usually go out at night.

I know, as his mother, that he is afraid out there. Yes, I want to hold fast to the theory that his symptoms are lessened. But, sadly, most in the mental health field feel strongly that they quickly go downhill because of the stress.

I am hoping for the best...that is all I can do. I did my best. I saved my youngest son from harm. One therapist asked me what would happen if his voices told him to hurt my youngest son. In reading actual cases of murders involving paranoid schizophrenics....sibling were killed in their sleep or when they tried to protect their mother.

My son was afraid of us while he was in the house. Of his family in his house. How is he feeling out there?

In my readings, parents say that if they refuse treatment and have specific associated delusions, and COMMAND HALLUCINATIONS ordering them to kill someone in particular, it is very dangerous. Family members face an greatly increased risk.

You are right. My youngest son maybe tolerated more. ..seeing me tolerate more...in the 'name' of love. Astute observation.

Thank you, Leafy.
 

Feeling Sad

Well-Known Member
I left out one very important piece. Yes, my son refused to get treatment. Yes, he was thus very dangetous.

But, his voices told him that if he went to the doctors, that he would die, or never come home, or be hurt.

This is why he was attempting to kill me and was arguing with his voices over the command hallucination to kill me.

Doctors. Not wanting to go to the doctors and my final insistence to go or move out...go or I would not go out places with him...go or I would give him less money each week.

I pushed for him to see a doctor because he was violent...He became more violent...I insisted more.

Soon, the final act and the need for a restraining order.

He lacks insight and does not know that he is sick. He believes his loud compelling voices.

My biggest fear now is his committing suicide because his voices tell him to. This is a very real threat. I worry now about him and I worried when he lived with us about his hurting my youngest son.

It is impossible to let go of all of the worry. I am trying to have hope and think more positive. He will never call me or come home. I know him. I will only see him if he is brought in or if he somehow gets help and gains insight.

I hang onto hope and I am grateful that my youngest son was not hurt or killed. Or that my ill son does not have to live with the knowledge that he had committed such a deed. Those...are my 'positive' thoughts.
 
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