Stands, if he needs suboxone, he can go to county mental health. He can tell the psychiatrist he is an addict and wants treatment to get clean. Odd's are the psychiatrist with give him a script if he thinks difficult child is serious. I know because my best friend just did it after nearing bankrupting her mother who was trying to "help" her.
My K is facing homelessness soon if she can't figure a way out of the situation. All of my Mom instincts want me to bring her here. My grandchildren, thru no fault of their own, will be living on the street if she can't manage her way out of the situation. She may even lose custody of them to CPS if she doesn't get it together.
The only help I am giving them is all the support I can muster and all the resources I, and others here on the board, can think of. I'm not doing it to punish them. And I'm certainly not doing it because I don't love them. It's because K and her husband need to get this adult responsiblity thing down once and for all.
Nine years ago I helped K. I brought her and Kayla to live with us because they were homeless. I set her up in GED classes, babysat while she went, cheered her on, watched her get her diploma. Got it arranged for college, helped her get that first apartment, car, on and on. And she threw it all away and went back to MO with her now husband, knowing that there was nothing there but what had been before, living hand to mouth with always the threat of being homeless hanging over their heads.
Now that she's almost 30 I know from talking with her that she's fed up with that existence. She may love her husband, but I think she "outgrew" him. He is like having another child. And now she has not one, but 3 kids and a serious illness to consider.....and she's feeling trapped. She regrets deeply that decision she made all those years ago.
And I still can't help her. Because she has to learn that if she wants her situaton to improve she has to be the one, sick or well, to take the bull by the horns and do the steps it takes to make the improvements.
You know what? I've been waiting months for her to tell me she had the welfare insurance. Suddenly, she has it. I'd been pushing her to go to HUD housing for months......suddenly she's on it. Why? Because she has no other choice. There is no one but her.
And so I lavish her with praise and let her know I knew she could do it. It's sort of like when you teach your kid to ride a bike. You don't ride the bike for them, that would be stupid. They have to ride the bike while you support them, cheer them on, then jump up and down for joy when they manage to do it on their own.
All the while I pray my heart out and I worry. Cuz I'm a Mom and I'm human.
You can do it too, Stands.
Hugs