Forrestsmom
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My son, Forrest, is adjust 25 years old. He's been diagnosed with ADHD and Aspergers syndrome, since he was in middle school.
We made a move from California to Hawaii nine years ago and ever since we got here, things have been horrible for Forrest. He's talked about suicide, been involved in drug use, been homeless multiple times, been beaten up badly, etc.
The relationship between he and I is horrible. I was young when I had him and unprepared for parenting and I was verbally and physically abusive to him from the time he was little. It took me seven years to make some changes, but I finally did. But Forrest has been angry at me since he was a young boy. I know you have nothing but disrespect for me. He cusses me out, get the my face, brings homeless people into my house, exedra. When I kick him out, he cries, tells me he's going to be on the street, the hell died there, and it'll be all my fault, because I've always Been a horrible mom.
I lost my job so we had to move in with my younger sister. She has definite boundaries with him and has told him that he cannot talk to her the way he talks to me. Basic rules of respect. He hangs out with friends while and he's at home. Friends he's met on the street. Every couple of weeks I'll come home and sleep for a while and then leave again. Last night he came home Kama got completely disrespectful of my sister, and she told him that he has to leave this morning. You have nowhere to go, it's 31 degrees outside, and I'm a nervous wreck! I feel horrible but I have promoted the cycle of disrespect and enabled him into thinking that everyone owes them something, because I felt I owed him everything for the job I did as a mother early on. How am I going to let my sun live on the street, and the cold, not knowing where he's going to lay his head, or get his next meal? I don't know how I'm going to do this!
We made a move from California to Hawaii nine years ago and ever since we got here, things have been horrible for Forrest. He's talked about suicide, been involved in drug use, been homeless multiple times, been beaten up badly, etc.
The relationship between he and I is horrible. I was young when I had him and unprepared for parenting and I was verbally and physically abusive to him from the time he was little. It took me seven years to make some changes, but I finally did. But Forrest has been angry at me since he was a young boy. I know you have nothing but disrespect for me. He cusses me out, get the my face, brings homeless people into my house, exedra. When I kick him out, he cries, tells me he's going to be on the street, the hell died there, and it'll be all my fault, because I've always Been a horrible mom.
I lost my job so we had to move in with my younger sister. She has definite boundaries with him and has told him that he cannot talk to her the way he talks to me. Basic rules of respect. He hangs out with friends while and he's at home. Friends he's met on the street. Every couple of weeks I'll come home and sleep for a while and then leave again. Last night he came home Kama got completely disrespectful of my sister, and she told him that he has to leave this morning. You have nowhere to go, it's 31 degrees outside, and I'm a nervous wreck! I feel horrible but I have promoted the cycle of disrespect and enabled him into thinking that everyone owes them something, because I felt I owed him everything for the job I did as a mother early on. How am I going to let my sun live on the street, and the cold, not knowing where he's going to lay his head, or get his next meal? I don't know how I'm going to do this!