We're still trying to find out where she is. Didn't hear anything after two nights so called this morning, and all they would tell us is that there had been "an incident" and that she's not there anymore, but they won't tell us where she is now. I'm starting to freak out, I hate not knowing what's going on! I got that usual monotone "I don't give a " tone of voice over the phone, it drives me mad.
She had a violent episode and threw pans, plates and knives at us. My husband has a fractured wrist where she threw a casserole dish. Someone walking by thought we were being robbed and called the police. We got out the house and he had his concealed carry out.
It's time for you to step back and get help for yourself. If she's acting out in jail, she has no business coming back to your home. She assaulted you and your husband with with deadly weapons. She is way beyond your ability to help her. She'll only get worse with you enabling her, and your life will be hell, and there's a real possibility you and/or husband will end up injured, dead, or in jail.
You're saying she threw knives at you and your husband, fractured your husband's wrist, and he drew a gun. Do you see how it's not a good idea to let her back in your house? You're lucky this didn't end up worse than it did. Next time what happens, she charges you with a knife and husband shoots her? She gets ahold of his gun and kills you both? You need to step back from this situation big time. Bringing her back into your house is a recipe for disaster, for you and for her. Nothing good can come of it. Then you need to get professional help. Once you get some distance from the situation you will start to see how absolutely insane it is. I'm sorry you're in this situation, but like with our dysfunctional adult children, you have to make a decision that it's not what you want in your life and do what's necessary to change it. Nobody can do it for you.
. . . Yet you are locating the suffering in her. And the responsibility in you. As long as you continue this she has no chance. . .
f she's going into withdrawal, they need to understand she could die if they just lock her in some confinement cell and leave her to "sleep it off".
But you're right - if she'd have come out and continued throwing knives she could have been seriously injured. I just hope that wherever she is she's safe, but I can't even sit still at the moment not knowing what's going on.
Hi. Im new here and this is my first post. I found this by looking up "What to do when my adult child breaks into my home". The sad part is that I feel sure we all have suffered until the day it just all shows that it is too much and we google for help. I am so sorry this is happening to your family. For me, I made his father leave in Jan 2016 and I feel in a dark hole because drugs are a family curse. So its just me here trying to deal. My son would steal my expensive hand bags and sell them in the street. He is 20 and this started at 14. So I was in a position of having to be a loving parent as well as his victim. Finally around December I had been selling my own collection of hidden bags because I had been laid off for 13 months and I sold a $700 wallet. When I went to package it, it was gone. When I confronted my son he simply said he needed money. I put him out. I learned later that he had been here all along living in a shed I have that has power in it. He has stolen from so many people and broken into homes that no immediate neighbors would have him around. Today, I went to wash dishes and noticed a canister cracked in the window sill. I picked it up and realized he cracked that window and put a tiny hole through the pane so he could push a stick through to unlock it and come through that window. The canister was taped together, leaves on the sink cabinet and his tiny stick left on the island. All I want to do is run. Police cant help off of my word and my back yard is fenced and hidden by the shed. I pray your situation gets better. My son is the youngest of 3 but was the only child at home for 14 years. Sigh i feel like i pay the mortgage on my cell.I used to give my cards to her to do family shopping before I had any notion of what was going on. I started to suspect something and asked her to get receipts of each shop, and everything came back normal. I later found out she was doing two shops - running alcohol through separately and throwing away only some of the receipts. I started giving her cash instead so I could expect all the correct change, but it seems she's snuck into my room and stolen my card from my purse, used it, then placed it back before I noticed. She started stealing cash as well so I had to start hiding it - I bought a jewellery safe and put my purse in there, but recently I found a video on the computer where she had placed a camera hidden behind some clothes and filmed me putting the code in so she's had access to it this whole time. I just feel like an idiot and I have nowhere to hide.
We don't let her drive our car anymore (she crashed it into our house while trying to drive after drinking and it cost $4000 to repair - my husband claimed responsibility to protect her from a DUI), but she'll sneak out at night, take the keys and buy alcohol from somewhere after 1am. Sometimes I wonder if she has a car we don't know about that she leaves parked up somewhere.
We don't give her any money. I keep telling her if she wants money she needs to get a job - even a part time one for a few hours each week - just like the rest of us. I'm convinced that if she got a job, the stealing would stop. But at the same time, I don't want her getting a job just to blow all the money on liquor.
She's our only child.
Of course I don't want to be living like this in my 80s, but I could never forgive myself if I turned 80 and she was in prison. I feel like I've failed as a parent. We did everything right, we poured so much into her. If she'd spent half the effort she puts into drinking and stealing into something productive, she could have been working for the FBI or SEC by now. She's such a bright girl but she's wasting her life and its killing me.