Lil, I just sat down and read this whole thread. And I'm sorry. I know you have slept several times since the first post here, about your son, and I hope you are feeling better.
Just a few thoughts...
I guess the biggest thing here for me is that I want a better life more for my two than they do.
I think this is fundamental. You talk about his lack of self-care, how he washes the dishes, etc. It sounds like my son, when he was in the throes of it all. At one point he was living in an apartment, sharing it with his brother, we were paying for it, going to college (well, not really, but that is what we thought he was doing), and later I found out that he left so many half-filled drink cups around the apartment that all grew mold, burst and spilled out onto the carpet. He never would pick a single one of them up, empty them and put them in the trash.
We can't want it for them more than they do. And so much of the pity party talk is just that, a pity party, and it's a colossal waste of energy---theirs and ours listening to it. There is nowhere to go with this kind of talk. Life is hard, life is very very very hard, and just surviving in the world takes consistent, ongoing effort. For all of us. We all know that. Until THEY KNOW THAT, and that the alternative is....NOTHING (no place to live, no food, no money, no nothing)...it's not likely to change. I hate to be harsh, but in most cases (not the severely mentally ill) that is what it seems to me.
will just offer you this. You deserve peace. I am making that my theme, "I deserve peace."
Yes. Absolutely yes. I know you feel there can be no peace until he is...situated. Housed, clothed, fed. I so get that. I used to feel the same way. Until I didn't anymore after a TON of work on myself. I still loved and cared very very much about him and for him, but I no longer gave him all of my emotional power.
e's real big on the "Everyone should accept me for what I am" philosophy.
Well...that's just fine as long as you can support yourself doing that. That's the rub here. In our world, people have to work. It's just required, unless someone else is going to pay the freight. When we pay the freight, we do them the worst possible disservice. We don't give them that chance they need to learn how to navigate the world. I had one son who got it like we hope most of our kids get it...and he grew up and has a good life now. I had one son who didn't. Both were raised in the same household by the same bio parents. I believe my younger son, Difficult Child, triggered his addiction genetic makeup early on. The same makeup of his bio father and his bio grandfather (paternal) and his bio grandmother (maternal) and uncle (maternal). It's on both sides. Difficult Child triggered it early and the rest is history.
It is a process, but first we have to start with: nothing. No leeway. No nothing. That is what worked.
I believe this. For many of our DCs, we can attempt all of the full measures....then the half measures...then the quarter measures...but as long as there is a flow of money flowing toward them...they are never going to have a chance to make it happen on their own.
I know he had a fire, and you needed to do this, and that is okay, there is no "one fatal move." You did what you did. I so get that and I probably would have done the same thing.
But now...here you are again...and now what? Learning how to completely stop gives him a chance to figure out what he learn about himself, what he is truly capable of, how he can excel, how he can totally surprise himself, how he can make things happen under his own steam, his own power...which is the best way for him to build self-esteem and confidence in himself.
You can sit all day long and try to figure out why, and I did that obsessively, but it didn't change anything. Drugs, culture, helicoptering, bad friends, too much money, too little money, divorce...on and on and on. What matters is behavior. That is clear to us every day. We can see it and identify it, and we can measure it on its face. Either our kids get up, take a shower, get to work, work all day, figure out their money, clean off the table, wash the dishes, go to bed and get up and do it all over again...and thus build their own character inch by inch...or they don't. Today, my Difficult Child has figured out that he can't get drunk and go to work the next morning, he can't stay up all night playing video games and go to work the next morning, and he can't use drugs or he will be back in jail, and he doesn't want to be there ever again.
Warm hugs. I know how hard this is. Stopping completely nearly killed me. I mean that. Now, looking back, I wish I had been able to do it sooner.