I wish he would get a life.
I read and reread your post and my answer to you. I wonder if I am being hard on your son, on you, distorting the situation by viewing it as my own.
My son's life gets smaller and smaller. Of family and old friends nobody anymore tolerates him.
He too has diagnoses of anxiety, social anxiety and mood disorder. He has body dysmorphia too. He says he thinks he is ugly. I am not sure that this is really the case. I think he manipulates himself, so as to have an excuse to not risk.
The thing is everything in life is a risk.
I think this may be what frightens your son so that he prefers to come home, rather than try his hand to make a life, whatever it might be.
I think our sons might be afraid to cut loose. They fear what might not be there. Instead of embracing possibility.
The more that I think about it, the more I think the issue pure and simple is dependency. I think that the hostility, anger, and resentment my son directs at me, results from his over-dependence on me.
He has sought to compensate by finding others upon whom to depend, and for some reason, had fought hard to not develop self-responsibility. Or possibly, he is unable to do so.
My son wants everything handed to him on a silver platter. He doesn't feel he has to work for anything. He believes dependency is his right. He trusts that there will always be somebody to fix things for him. While his belief has proven to be false, he still clings to it.
The people in his life have all tired of this attitude, that they are responsible for him.
My son was charming, intelligent, handsome and sweet. People told me I had done such a good job. Lots of people wanted to help him. Now they don't. They gave him a hand and he bit it.
The fact that your son is treatment compliant is major. That shows that he can enter a relationship with an attitude of learning. He is showing he is willing to open himself to take in something from another person. That he continues with the halfway house and does not fight you on it...to me show he wants to go in the right direction. Slowly but surely.
My son refuses to do one thing outside of his comfort zone to help himself. To him, going outside of their comfort zone is for others to do, to help him. He sees others as no longer having good feelings for him. Not once has he thought about what others might need from him--whether gratitude or kindness or respect or consideration. He moves from place to place seeking a more advantageous, comfortable and undemanding situation. The problem is he has less and less.
There will be a time when our sons will be alone. If they have a chance to move beyond what they are and have, it is now. The thing is, by saying this I am really cheating.
I am not pulling back from my son to help him. I am doing so to help me. I have decided to learn how to put myself first. He can learn to take care of himself as he can.
Until just recently I would have recoiled from those words. Now I do not. I am proud.
I wish this was all easier. I think I am getting somewhere, but to maintain any sanity at all I am posting night and day. If I do not, I fear I will sink into a pit.