Lil
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Just stopping in. Dunno. Mods, if not, delete it please.
No offense...I just thought you might have meant it on Lucy's post. If so...I didn't want her to miss it, it was very interesting.
Just stopping in. Dunno. Mods, if not, delete it please.
Yestarday he called from a jail.
said he could not get a public defender if he was IN jail (what? is that right? doesn't pass the sniff test),
He needs to stay in jail...or not, according to the courts. Right? I need to set some boundaries on the calls. What are those boundaries, anyway?
I can't know the facts of the case.
So as horrible as it is to a mother's ears, maybe his sobs are a GOOD thing. He needs to not want to be like this anymore.
Maybe the fear and the remorse combined with a structured environment and some consistent medication will help him find a better way. There is hope for a new path that way.
I think it's safe to say that bailing him out would almost certainly lead to him being back under the bridge, and you would be poorer and feeling abused, and you would get the very same phone call next time.
Please do something kind for yourself today, Echo. We are all around you on this, supporting you and holding you close.
Your ex may take action
You do not know your child, Echo.
It gets to be about survival, Echo
Sometimes things look slightly less dreadful the following morning.
The Occupy movement only lasted a while here and was more about kids getting free meals and drugs than really caring enough about anything to change it
I can't imagine much worse than hearing your adult son's sobs when you know deep inside that bailing him out (literally and figuratively) once again isn't going to help him
What heart-wrenching posts. I am sorry you are dealing with this and grateful you have all these wagons (including mine) circled around you.
If you feel like it, I hope you visit him
I'm very glad about that.I am surprisingly better this morning
MWM, I've heard you say this before. My Difficult Child was part of Occupy, and I have to ay that the core group was really devoted, and smart, and had some surprising people including doctors and lawyers in the mix. They reminded me sometimes of the cute young intense guys in Les Miserables. So it wasn't all as you imagine. All revolutions start with a motley group of scufflers. YOu never know where some resistance will lead.
Every week we make a lunch date. Every week he cancels. I have become quite comfortable with this pattern I feel like he feels supported by the idea that I will have lunch with him, and the actual event is too stressful for him, so he keeps bailing. I also find it stressful, so am secretly relieved when he postpones...although I would kind of like to see him and talk...
Echo
Until that time comes, I wince when I see a young man on the street with a backpack thinking it's my son. It's hard having him go through this in our home town. I hear a siren as I type and I'm thinking, oh that must be my son.
He's 30 now and I'm so tired of the worrying.
After everyone left, he sat at the counter while I did dishes with tears running down his cheeks. Terrible what a grip this addiction to heroin has on him.
So grateful to have a place to come to read what others have to say regarding similar situations. Good not to be alone.
I wince when I see a young man on the street with a backpack thinking it's my son. It's hard having him go through this in our home town. I hear a siren as I type and I'm thinking, oh that must be my son.
Especially the part about fitting in ... they know they're different, just high functioning enough to be angry about it and to choose all the wrong ways to deal with it.
The horrible questions could be considered here, the depth of suffering explored.
Gratitude for the beauty of the sunrise, Echo. Cherishing of those things ~ and they exist in every life ~ that are there to be cherished. Remain present. You can hear this, you can perform with steady grace.
I did not fall in that hole where nothing touches me. Well, I did, but I filled the hole with facets of self and one day, there was no longer a hole, and I walked away.
There is so much suffering, Echo. And so much joy, such an intensity of joy.
I don't know why, any more.
I just stand there.
yes. Walk the dogs, pet the cat. My other three kids piled in the car last night when we I went out to get our favorite guilty pleasure junk food dinner (I would say what but then you would all be jealous). I walked with my teenage boys to their train this morning and they were funny, and they love me. The sun is up. My SO brought me coffee. Gratitude.
Its the damn phone calls that kill me.