Trying, this is really, really tough stuff. All of it. The knowing, the not knowing. The whole ball of wax. We want so desperately for our adult kids to make better decisions, to lead normal lives, to take care of themselves. It is heart wrenching to be in the thick of it, yet hard to pull up and out of it for fear that "something" may happen. Our lives become so completely entangled with what our beloveds are doing, or not doing. The problem is, it becomes a cycle, one addiction knows well, and knows how to play us to keep us in the game.
I watched in horror as my two derailed and tried with all of my might to stop them. It didn't work. They gave their troubles over to me twofold, expected me to house and feed them, while they continued off the tracks. Blamed me for their choices, due to parenting mistakes. Boy, did I make plenty and that sat deep within me for awhile until I realized that I had reams of photo albums full of happy times, did the best job I could and the rest was up to them. They kept making terrible choices, friends, boyfriends, would display sullen depressed moods while I was around, then go out on benders. I realized that what I was seeing, was them coming down from their high, and jonesing for more.
There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop the madness.
So, I had to make a decision, because it was killing me inside.
I gave them over to my higher power and rely heavily on prayer to help me cope with having two wayward's, this site has helped me tremendously pull up and out of the entanglement. I try hard to stay off the edge of the rabbit hole and live my life.
When I came up for air, long enough to realize how completely I was intertwined with their choices and consequences, I realized how degraded my life had become. I was anxious and sad. Consumed with what ifs. Short of breath. It was akin to the grieving I faced when hubs passed, but it was ongoing. Each time I tried to right myself from the capsizing despair, a new issue would come up.
The timing is impeccable.
I realized how I had concentrated so heavily on trying to save my two, and missed out on my well children's lives. They were waiting in the wings at every desperate attempt to fix something that I could not fix.
It is hard not to be drawn in to their dilemma. It is our love that keeps us there, we think. That is what they would have us think. If you loved me you would do XYZ. The problem with this, is they are switching responsibility for their actions over to us. We take up the challenge, thinking that surely, if we did XYZ, they would change. There within lies the issue, it does nothing to help them, because they are not fully owning their addiction. They have transferred their responsibility over to us. They go headfirst down the rabbit hole and we rush to the edge with our ladder, to try and pull them out, or soften the fall.
When we provide cushions and respite for the consequences of their choices, they don't learn. They don't feel the full effect. They will always count on Mom and Dad, to come to the rescue.
I know it is hard. The "what ifs" looming over, like a repetitive nightmare. What if I don't help? They will be homeless, starve, die.
When I helped, it made it easier for them to use.
Their using drugs, became a game of using us. The more we fell for it, the more they used, the more our despair.
Nothing changes, if nothing changes.
I started to channel my Dad's stoicism. It is what it is. I would think about what he would do, if I went down the wrong path repeatedly. He would do nothing. It was not that he didn't love us, he was old fashioned and had enough self respect not to let himself get overly involved in our adult lives turmoil. "I want you to be self sufficient" is what he would say. "You can do anything you want to do, as long as you work for it." Oh sure, he helped us here and there, but we all knew that once we turned 18, we were considered adults and our lives depended on our own choices. End of story.
I don't have a happy ending for my two, yet. What I do have, is a little more strength, when I am faced with each new situation in their lives.
It was hard to tell my daughter right after hubs died that she could not come live with us. She never got better at home, dove deeper into partying, left her kids under our care. I could not let that repeat itself.
So, I swallowed the lump in my throat and said no "Go to a shelter, there, you will have counseling for yourself and your kids."
I said no, for the sanctity of my home, for my son, and for myself.
I knew I would not survive one more round, intact.
With that, I started to take my life back, and realized that I have absolutely no control over what my adult children decide. The feeling guilty, fearful and obligated, started to lessen. I switched focus from wanting things to change for them, over to how I could change my reactions and response, especially my emotional reaction, because each and every episode was figuratively and literally eating me up inside, consuming ALL of my thoughts and time.
And yes, my two could die. Either by their own hand, their drugging lifestyles, living on the streets. Now, Tornado is in jail. Suddenly, she wants a family connection, after no contact (her choice) for one year. She is trying to draw me in to her troubles, using the same tactics, poking at my heart and mom instinct to rush to her side. I have to use everything I have, not to.
It is not easy, but how else will she learn that you cannot continue to hurt the people who love you, play the family card when it suits you?
So, I will sit and wait, and measure my reaction to see if I am falling into old patterns. I will do this according to my timeframe. I will not drop everything to go and visit her, will not be her agent for supervised release, will not soften this blow for her.
We all have to do, and have done what we can, so that we are able to look ourselves in the mirror. All we wish for our children, is that they learn to really take good care of themselves. In this, we can start to model what that looks like. So many times, I dropped everything to accommodate my two. Put their lives and needs above and beyond my own. Each time I did, they got bolder and bolder with their expectations. They held on to contempt for me when I did "help" them, even more so when I stopped. I realized that I taught them to expect from me, that they thought nothing of what their chaos and drama was inflicting on their parents. NOTHING.
I started to retrain my brain and heart, to understand that self care is not selfish, that saying no, is love for them, and self respect for me.
Also, saying no, is respect for them, a way to say "YOU can do this."
It will be a lifelong work in progress, this new way of thinking and reacting. I am not getting any younger. My two will have to learn how to make better choices, I won't be around forever to rescue them. I sure wouldn't make it that long, if I continued to be completely entangled in their choices and consequences.
I matter, you matter.
So do our kids, but they have got to see that for themselves.
Hang in there Trying, we are circling the wagons and standing with you.
I hope your day brings you peace.
(((HUGS)))
Leafy