My son has relapsed once or twice since coming back to Florida. He relapsed for a third time just a few days ago, and told me if it happened again he was going back to Chicago to get into rehab. To an extent, on paper, that makes sense, since he has more options there because of his Medicaid, which he can't get in Florida. But obviously to another extent, it is a disaster in the making, for reasons anyone who's been following my posts will be aware of.
And here's the thing. Yesterday he was here detoxing from the last relapse, and reiterated what he would do if he relapsed again. So today he comes here and tells me he "relapsed" last night and he's definitely going back to Chicago. Since he was/is still detoxing from a couple days before, I would not consider him using last night and/or this morning as another relapse but a continuation of the one from the other day. I'm thinking he's using this as justification to go back to Chicago.
The whole time he was here today he was listing points about how he doesn't really have much chance of getting clean here, and all the reasons and ways he has a better chance in Chicago. I felt like asking him "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" But I kept my mouth shut because the drugs already have him agitated and on edge and I didn't want to aggravate that.
Honestly, I don't think he has any real intention of ever getting clean, although I think he believes he does at the moments he says he needs to. I no longer have any optimism or hope for his future and I've given up. I won't stop praying for him but I can no longer believe anything will ever change with him, but I honestly don't believe he wants it and from where I stand probably never will.
I think I just lied a little bit. I'll keep praying, hoping, wishing for some kind of miracle to happen, but at the same time I'm not anticipating it. As far as my husband and I are concerned, bringing him back to Florida was his best chance at recovery...and since that has apparently failed, I really don't see much reason to believe he has a chance anywhere other than inside his own heart and mind.
And he was doing so well, too. He had a part time job at Pizza Hut, he had gotten a bike from the Homeless Coalition to help with his transportation, he had signed up for vision insurance and had a couple of appointments to get his eyes checked (which he blew off and never went to). He had applications for other server jobs and call center jobs which he let fall by the way. Same old pattern of setting good, positive goals for himself and then letting it all fall by the wayside because it would interfere with his pursuit of "happiness" (drugs). One or two steps forward, five or six steps back. It's heartbreaking.
I don't know why I'm so calm about this. I'm not agitated, I'm not crying, I'm not wringing my hands or pacing the floor with worry. And if he does go back to Chicago he will do it with zero help from me. Nada. No money, no favors, not even so much as making a phone call or passing a message to someone. I haven't told my husband about this latest development yet, and I won't until I know for certain it's going to happen. Knowing him, he would be angry, especially after all we have done for him getting him here and since he's been here...and he would not hesitate to express it, which would only create more drama and not do my husband any good...especially if my son ends up not going back to Chicago.
And here's the thing. Yesterday he was here detoxing from the last relapse, and reiterated what he would do if he relapsed again. So today he comes here and tells me he "relapsed" last night and he's definitely going back to Chicago. Since he was/is still detoxing from a couple days before, I would not consider him using last night and/or this morning as another relapse but a continuation of the one from the other day. I'm thinking he's using this as justification to go back to Chicago.
The whole time he was here today he was listing points about how he doesn't really have much chance of getting clean here, and all the reasons and ways he has a better chance in Chicago. I felt like asking him "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" But I kept my mouth shut because the drugs already have him agitated and on edge and I didn't want to aggravate that.
Honestly, I don't think he has any real intention of ever getting clean, although I think he believes he does at the moments he says he needs to. I no longer have any optimism or hope for his future and I've given up. I won't stop praying for him but I can no longer believe anything will ever change with him, but I honestly don't believe he wants it and from where I stand probably never will.
I think I just lied a little bit. I'll keep praying, hoping, wishing for some kind of miracle to happen, but at the same time I'm not anticipating it. As far as my husband and I are concerned, bringing him back to Florida was his best chance at recovery...and since that has apparently failed, I really don't see much reason to believe he has a chance anywhere other than inside his own heart and mind.
And he was doing so well, too. He had a part time job at Pizza Hut, he had gotten a bike from the Homeless Coalition to help with his transportation, he had signed up for vision insurance and had a couple of appointments to get his eyes checked (which he blew off and never went to). He had applications for other server jobs and call center jobs which he let fall by the way. Same old pattern of setting good, positive goals for himself and then letting it all fall by the wayside because it would interfere with his pursuit of "happiness" (drugs). One or two steps forward, five or six steps back. It's heartbreaking.
I don't know why I'm so calm about this. I'm not agitated, I'm not crying, I'm not wringing my hands or pacing the floor with worry. And if he does go back to Chicago he will do it with zero help from me. Nada. No money, no favors, not even so much as making a phone call or passing a message to someone. I haven't told my husband about this latest development yet, and I won't until I know for certain it's going to happen. Knowing him, he would be angry, especially after all we have done for him getting him here and since he's been here...and he would not hesitate to express it, which would only create more drama and not do my husband any good...especially if my son ends up not going back to Chicago.