tishthedish
Well-Known Member
Hi everyone,
I found myself on this site because I am hurting and the gentle back and forth and collective wisdom always fortify me.
We are still estranged from my elder son. It has been 2 years since we have seen or heard from him. I think he is homeless. I sometimes succumb to severe sadness over the situation. I have to yank myself back like a mother would grab a toddler by the collar from running into a busy street. I love him and cannot abide him. I cannot see this changing anytime soon. I had said that if living parallel lives and never being in touch is how we are meant to live our lives than I can stand it, just so long as he's ok. Until I hear otherwise, I am imagining he is. Some days are harder than others.
My younger son continues in recovery and is 4 years sober. He lives on his own, is doing well at his job and has a nice girlfriend. He took full responsibility for his autistic son and became a warrior for him. It made me proud to see him grow as a dad and as a man. My grandson is now in residential care in a wonderful place. His aggression and hyperactivity is so severe that it is the only solution for the time being. He comes home every other weekend and then we go to see him on the weekends he stays at school. It is hard to have him away, but my son could not handle him any longer. It got to the point where school was calling the rescue squad and police. He was hospitalized to try to regulate his medications. Once we could no longer keep him or his caretakers safe, it was time to seek a new solution. We are fortunate we found one within 1.5 hours of our home.
My husband is within 2 years of retirement and is looking forward to his well earned leisure. I am still finding my way around life. I have my ups and downs, work my 12 step programs (OA and Al-Anon) and try to keep out of trouble so I don't have to spend any more of my time in program rooms. There are only so many days in a week.
I am struggling today. My elder sister was in a bad car accident and has been hospitalized since 7/23. She is on a ventilator and every day is a roller coaster. A week ago her husband collapsed and he is another hospital awaiting angioplasty. She doesn't know of his travails. I don't know how much her cognition has been compromised. They keep weaning her from the vent and then she goes back, but is never off long enough to resume speaking. It's a grim situation and I am raw emotionally from it.
That's what brought me back. I haven't felt this shaky in a long time and because the sand is shifting beneath my feet all sorts of emotions are roiling around inside me. Anger, guilt, judgement, fear, regret....you name it, not just towards my current situation but from the past. Towards my troubled son, towards my improved son, towards my grandson. It's as if someone roto-tilled my hard won peace of mind. Why is this old stuff coming back from an unrelated trauma? It's damn scary. If it doesn't stop I am going to have to find my cape. Crap.
I found myself on this site because I am hurting and the gentle back and forth and collective wisdom always fortify me.
We are still estranged from my elder son. It has been 2 years since we have seen or heard from him. I think he is homeless. I sometimes succumb to severe sadness over the situation. I have to yank myself back like a mother would grab a toddler by the collar from running into a busy street. I love him and cannot abide him. I cannot see this changing anytime soon. I had said that if living parallel lives and never being in touch is how we are meant to live our lives than I can stand it, just so long as he's ok. Until I hear otherwise, I am imagining he is. Some days are harder than others.
My younger son continues in recovery and is 4 years sober. He lives on his own, is doing well at his job and has a nice girlfriend. He took full responsibility for his autistic son and became a warrior for him. It made me proud to see him grow as a dad and as a man. My grandson is now in residential care in a wonderful place. His aggression and hyperactivity is so severe that it is the only solution for the time being. He comes home every other weekend and then we go to see him on the weekends he stays at school. It is hard to have him away, but my son could not handle him any longer. It got to the point where school was calling the rescue squad and police. He was hospitalized to try to regulate his medications. Once we could no longer keep him or his caretakers safe, it was time to seek a new solution. We are fortunate we found one within 1.5 hours of our home.
My husband is within 2 years of retirement and is looking forward to his well earned leisure. I am still finding my way around life. I have my ups and downs, work my 12 step programs (OA and Al-Anon) and try to keep out of trouble so I don't have to spend any more of my time in program rooms. There are only so many days in a week.
I am struggling today. My elder sister was in a bad car accident and has been hospitalized since 7/23. She is on a ventilator and every day is a roller coaster. A week ago her husband collapsed and he is another hospital awaiting angioplasty. She doesn't know of his travails. I don't know how much her cognition has been compromised. They keep weaning her from the vent and then she goes back, but is never off long enough to resume speaking. It's a grim situation and I am raw emotionally from it.
That's what brought me back. I haven't felt this shaky in a long time and because the sand is shifting beneath my feet all sorts of emotions are roiling around inside me. Anger, guilt, judgement, fear, regret....you name it, not just towards my current situation but from the past. Towards my troubled son, towards my improved son, towards my grandson. It's as if someone roto-tilled my hard won peace of mind. Why is this old stuff coming back from an unrelated trauma? It's damn scary. If it doesn't stop I am going to have to find my cape. Crap.