Copabanana
Well-Known Member
My son voluntarily entered emergency treatment in a big city a few hours from me. He told me he was sick and tired of living as he had been, marginally and mistreated. From there he entered a two week program and told me in our last call that he was going to enter a 3 month program that followed. My son is mentally ill.
I was hopeful.
Against my better judgment I called him an hour or so ago.
He was bummed. He said he could not go to the 3 month program because his Medical Coverage was in another County.
Transfer it why don't you?
He said he could not. I do not believe him.
He said he was coming back here to my town where he hates it. He lives marginally here and is exploited, going from place to place sleeping on couches, paying huge amounts of his SSI check to be treated like an animal.
Stupidly, I asked if he had plans to see his Hepatologist. October he said. What about your blood work? Can you do that?
He needs an antiviral drug he takes because he has Hepatitis B which he acquired at birth. He has stopped and started and stopped again, believing he can control the virus with OTC dietary supplements.
The phone connection crackled. I could barely hear what ever rationale he was giving to not see his physician and get blood work to see the state of his liver. Nor could I stand my pain.
Whatever, you'll figure it out. You know what's best. Bye.
I am absolutely sick at heart. I just want to die. I have no hope for my life or myself if my son will not do better. I have never experienced failure like this. I am totally despondent.
I was hopeful.
Against my better judgment I called him an hour or so ago.
He was bummed. He said he could not go to the 3 month program because his Medical Coverage was in another County.
Transfer it why don't you?
He said he could not. I do not believe him.
He said he was coming back here to my town where he hates it. He lives marginally here and is exploited, going from place to place sleeping on couches, paying huge amounts of his SSI check to be treated like an animal.
Stupidly, I asked if he had plans to see his Hepatologist. October he said. What about your blood work? Can you do that?
He needs an antiviral drug he takes because he has Hepatitis B which he acquired at birth. He has stopped and started and stopped again, believing he can control the virus with OTC dietary supplements.
The phone connection crackled. I could barely hear what ever rationale he was giving to not see his physician and get blood work to see the state of his liver. Nor could I stand my pain.
Whatever, you'll figure it out. You know what's best. Bye.
I am absolutely sick at heart. I just want to die. I have no hope for my life or myself if my son will not do better. I have never experienced failure like this. I am totally despondent.