I've had more communication with my son over the past several months than I've had in a few years. It's a double edged sword for sure. When I'm not in contact at all with him I always wonder where he is and how he's doing. Sometimes I think the wondering is better than the knowing.
A while back he was posting on his FB page that he had found his dream job, growing pot. I wasn't thrilled but at least he was doing something.
He's no longer in this line of work. I posted a week or so ago about my son going on a rant, as the days followed he continued to rant. I would reply to his posts telling him that he is loved and to not give up.
In one of his posts he commented that his life has been s**t since he was born. That prompted me to send him a private message.
Here is how it went:
Me:
Son, I'm sorry you feel you life has been s**t since you were born. You are intelligent and talented and your life is what YOU make it. I am sorry you are having such a difficult time but please know that you are loved. You have so much potential and talent. Please don't give up on life.
Difficult Child:
I do my best and I have s**t so I am s**t don't you get it yet? I'm going to die before you... not f*^#@ing fair!!# G*d Damn
ME:
You are not s**t, you are my son and I love you.
Difficult Child:
I love you mom, I'm struggling but I keep going, it's not always easy. I don't have the easy street, I eat what i can when I can, even if out of a trashcan. This is real, it's so real for me
ME:
Son, I'm sorry you are struggling. I thought things were going well for you. What happened to the work you were doing? You are strong and I know you will get through this. I love you!
Difficult Child:
Job got flown by black helicopter three times. I left I have no red card and our farm was illegal as could be
ME:
You were smart to leave when you did. Hang in there Son!
Difficult Child:
Yeah but it's hard traveling through this state, the discrimination has reach a boiling point. I'm thinking very seriously about a lawsuit for the b.s. that I dealt with this morning.
ME:
What happened this morning? What kind of discrimination are you talking about?
Difficult Child:
Harassed by police. Told I have no rights. Told my money is no good and I can't shop here, leave or I'll impound your dog. I did nothing to deserve being treated like that. I am angry, I hate police people, I am glad when they get shot. I know for a fact I have every right to exist, I know that I will one day see the corrupt system fail them and watch them be systematically exterminated. I however am right here right now, and suffer till the day I cross the boarder that's built to keep us in. I'm leaving America
ME:
Wow, I'm sorry you were harassed. I would think the American dollar would be welcome anywhere in the US. Are you planning on going to Canada?
Difficult Child:
I am going south I will cross through AZ. I am headed towards Peru. I am surprised you think the American dollar trumps injustice, I know the reason why my feet are boot rotten, I know why I am not welcome here (America) it is money and I know evil. God showed me. ' The state of grace has been extended and expired. You are in danger, I know that the Lord has forsaken evil. This nation has "blessed" itself in wickedness. The payment received in full. The only thing left is the fall, remember pride comes before!
ME:
Wishing you safe travels. Keep in touch and let me know how things are going.
When he said "I am surprised you think the American dollar trumps injustice" I knew he was trying to bait me into a debate as I never said anything about the American dollar trumping injustice.
I have learned over the years not to engage with him when he gets to that point.
(I found another one of his posts he was talking about using "fiat money")
He did not respond to me after this but he did call my husband. He tried several times to bait my husband into a debate. You see, my son now thinks he's a prophet. He told my husband that many of his friends have told him he's a prophet. He was ranting to my husband about how screwed up we are for living in a box (our house) and how we are slaves to money. My husband is good at not engaging with him and told him it was nice to hear from him then told him good bye.
My husband also shared with me other parts of their conversation. Our son jumps freight trains to get around, yes, even with his dog. I feel sorry for the dog.
He went from being a happy pot farmer to an angry prophet, gee, I wonder what he'll be in a few more weeks.
And so it goes...............................
A while back he was posting on his FB page that he had found his dream job, growing pot. I wasn't thrilled but at least he was doing something.
He's no longer in this line of work. I posted a week or so ago about my son going on a rant, as the days followed he continued to rant. I would reply to his posts telling him that he is loved and to not give up.
In one of his posts he commented that his life has been s**t since he was born. That prompted me to send him a private message.
Here is how it went:
Me:
Son, I'm sorry you feel you life has been s**t since you were born. You are intelligent and talented and your life is what YOU make it. I am sorry you are having such a difficult time but please know that you are loved. You have so much potential and talent. Please don't give up on life.
Difficult Child:
I do my best and I have s**t so I am s**t don't you get it yet? I'm going to die before you... not f*^#@ing fair!!# G*d Damn
ME:
You are not s**t, you are my son and I love you.
Difficult Child:
I love you mom, I'm struggling but I keep going, it's not always easy. I don't have the easy street, I eat what i can when I can, even if out of a trashcan. This is real, it's so real for me
ME:
Son, I'm sorry you are struggling. I thought things were going well for you. What happened to the work you were doing? You are strong and I know you will get through this. I love you!
Difficult Child:
Job got flown by black helicopter three times. I left I have no red card and our farm was illegal as could be
ME:
You were smart to leave when you did. Hang in there Son!
Difficult Child:
Yeah but it's hard traveling through this state, the discrimination has reach a boiling point. I'm thinking very seriously about a lawsuit for the b.s. that I dealt with this morning.
ME:
What happened this morning? What kind of discrimination are you talking about?
Difficult Child:
Harassed by police. Told I have no rights. Told my money is no good and I can't shop here, leave or I'll impound your dog. I did nothing to deserve being treated like that. I am angry, I hate police people, I am glad when they get shot. I know for a fact I have every right to exist, I know that I will one day see the corrupt system fail them and watch them be systematically exterminated. I however am right here right now, and suffer till the day I cross the boarder that's built to keep us in. I'm leaving America
ME:
Wow, I'm sorry you were harassed. I would think the American dollar would be welcome anywhere in the US. Are you planning on going to Canada?
Difficult Child:
I am going south I will cross through AZ. I am headed towards Peru. I am surprised you think the American dollar trumps injustice, I know the reason why my feet are boot rotten, I know why I am not welcome here (America) it is money and I know evil. God showed me. ' The state of grace has been extended and expired. You are in danger, I know that the Lord has forsaken evil. This nation has "blessed" itself in wickedness. The payment received in full. The only thing left is the fall, remember pride comes before!
ME:
Wishing you safe travels. Keep in touch and let me know how things are going.
When he said "I am surprised you think the American dollar trumps injustice" I knew he was trying to bait me into a debate as I never said anything about the American dollar trumping injustice.
I have learned over the years not to engage with him when he gets to that point.
(I found another one of his posts he was talking about using "fiat money")
He did not respond to me after this but he did call my husband. He tried several times to bait my husband into a debate. You see, my son now thinks he's a prophet. He told my husband that many of his friends have told him he's a prophet. He was ranting to my husband about how screwed up we are for living in a box (our house) and how we are slaves to money. My husband is good at not engaging with him and told him it was nice to hear from him then told him good bye.
My husband also shared with me other parts of their conversation. Our son jumps freight trains to get around, yes, even with his dog. I feel sorry for the dog.
He went from being a happy pot farmer to an angry prophet, gee, I wonder what he'll be in a few more weeks.
And so it goes...............................