WearyMom18
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Hi Everyone - It's been a week or so since my last update. I've been struggling with some overwhelming feelings of worry and some difficulty with remaining on my mission to detach from my Difficult Child.
She most recently experienced actually being homeless, refusing to even consider a shelter and making desperate pleas of me to help her. That, for me, was one of the hardest things I have dealt with it seems. Realizing that your child is actually homeless, sleeping outside, scared, dirty and begging for help.
I started having major headaches, relentless insomnia and lack of appetite over the stress that I wasn't completely consciously aware of - I know that sounds strange but it was like I was functioning and living but the stress of it was eating away at me until I finally realized that her homelessness was actually severely impacting me.
After just 3 days on the street, she called and said a friend had paid for a hotel room for her and he was staying there too. She said she had gone to a restaurant that is within walking distance and they hired her to bar-tend after she told them she was homeless and was desperately looking for work. She reported there yesterday and said she filled out her paperwork and started training. She said she has to get TABC certified to do the job and was excited about doing that.
I told her that I or her Dad would come and get her at anytime but she has to turn herself in and take care of her legal problems. That is her out. I was very clear and said she absolutely has a way out of this miserable existence she tells me of, but it comes with the condition that she go and take are of her problems. After hearing that, at first, she told me that is terrible to tell her - that she can get out BUT she has to go to jail. I held fast. She called again and before I could say anything she said, if her job doesn't work out, she will come home and turn herself in.
I kind of feel like a win on that one.
She heard what I had to say, she was calm and collected and polite and then I heard what she had to say and we agreed, for once! We agreed that she is making her own choice and I am allowing her to do that without any objection -it's her life, her choices. I extended my help of a ride back home, a shower and a meal and then a ride to the jail. She could take it or leave it - for now - she's leaving it but I think I got her actually thinking about what is best for her.
She is dreading jail of course, and wanted me to guess at how long she would to be there which I can't tell her but I think she's actually realizing that there is not avoiding the law - she will have to go to jail sooner or later. I reminded her that she already has two charges in two different counties - she should consider getting off the streets before she gets a third charge and then REALLY has some time to serve. She agreed.
Our conversations are pleasant right now, she calls me once a day and she is finally showing respect in the sense that she's not asking me for money - she's figuring it out.
I'm coasting along for now...learning how to adjust to the ever-changing flow of events with her but I think I'm going to be okay.
She most recently experienced actually being homeless, refusing to even consider a shelter and making desperate pleas of me to help her. That, for me, was one of the hardest things I have dealt with it seems. Realizing that your child is actually homeless, sleeping outside, scared, dirty and begging for help.
I started having major headaches, relentless insomnia and lack of appetite over the stress that I wasn't completely consciously aware of - I know that sounds strange but it was like I was functioning and living but the stress of it was eating away at me until I finally realized that her homelessness was actually severely impacting me.
After just 3 days on the street, she called and said a friend had paid for a hotel room for her and he was staying there too. She said she had gone to a restaurant that is within walking distance and they hired her to bar-tend after she told them she was homeless and was desperately looking for work. She reported there yesterday and said she filled out her paperwork and started training. She said she has to get TABC certified to do the job and was excited about doing that.
I told her that I or her Dad would come and get her at anytime but she has to turn herself in and take care of her legal problems. That is her out. I was very clear and said she absolutely has a way out of this miserable existence she tells me of, but it comes with the condition that she go and take are of her problems. After hearing that, at first, she told me that is terrible to tell her - that she can get out BUT she has to go to jail. I held fast. She called again and before I could say anything she said, if her job doesn't work out, she will come home and turn herself in.
I kind of feel like a win on that one.
She heard what I had to say, she was calm and collected and polite and then I heard what she had to say and we agreed, for once! We agreed that she is making her own choice and I am allowing her to do that without any objection -it's her life, her choices. I extended my help of a ride back home, a shower and a meal and then a ride to the jail. She could take it or leave it - for now - she's leaving it but I think I got her actually thinking about what is best for her.
She is dreading jail of course, and wanted me to guess at how long she would to be there which I can't tell her but I think she's actually realizing that there is not avoiding the law - she will have to go to jail sooner or later. I reminded her that she already has two charges in two different counties - she should consider getting off the streets before she gets a third charge and then REALLY has some time to serve. She agreed.
Our conversations are pleasant right now, she calls me once a day and she is finally showing respect in the sense that she's not asking me for money - she's figuring it out.
I'm coasting along for now...learning how to adjust to the ever-changing flow of events with her but I think I'm going to be okay.