Not that we would say this as they are ranting on, but to think it to ourselves is most appropriate for our adult children who seem to think they are still actual children.
My son has a roof over his head, has been doing okay. But he's had a few set backs lately, not of his making, but he is not reacting/acting in a way to take care of himself going forward right now. I'm back to feeling like the train is on the tracks, again, and about to run over my enabling 
, again. And he's jumping over hurtles and through hoops to try to move me into a position to blame for it all when his bad decisions makes it fall apart like he did in the past, so mom will rescue him. Double talk and angry outbursts over benign suggestions from me trying to make me into the villain and the cause of his falling apart were rampant today.
The behavior is similar to the past when he was sleeping in cars because he ran away from the sober living situation and wouldn't even volunteer for 20 hours a week for me to agree to continue to pay for a roof over his head. Back then it was a living nightmare, groundhog day, every day for months, hellish existence. But at that point I felt there was nothing else left for me to do. I really felt he was going to move forward or not survive, because someday I will be gone and then what? He moved forward, as my hair rapidly turned gray and my blood pressure went up and is controlled by medication now. And so it goes on but to a lesser degree of your worry today. Hopefully my son will pull himself out of the hole he's trying to dig for himself now. I will support him but will not enable him because as I told him I believe he's "got this". Ef the train that's on the tracks, I've been run over too many times.
I know where you are, been where you are.
I have heard this many times, and it did affect me back then, but he is not a child who's been thrown out on the streets, he is an adult who put himself on the streets. I felt so guilty for what I have compared to my son, but why? I didn't consider I was neglected or abused at 18 because no one provided for me as I made the decision to go my way to make my way in life. I mean really, when did you as a young adult, hungry, working two jobs figure your parents owed you because they had a house and cars? I didn't even think about what my parents had, I thought about the freedom I had to do what I wanted as long as I could take care of myself, so I took care of myself. I know my son was not raised to be a selfish, entitled piece of work, I'm sure he got that from outside influences. And I know my son has more challenges, mentally, than I did, but he has support I never did.
My son has said this back then and again today. You don't stress him out, reality stresses him out, you just remind him of his reality. Reality checks are difficult for those who try very hard to run from reality. Too bad they don't know dealing with reality themselves is so much less stressful, maybe one day...
One good thing for your son is he is in a larger city in Florida. I'm down here now. Florida is known for the homeless population because it doesn't often get cold like it does up north. In the larger cities, like Jacksonville, there are many resources, addition help, mental illness help. Homeless shelters with social workers to help people get what they need if they reach out. In the smaller towns, like where I am, there's not so much help, no shelters, no social workers and no transportation for people to get to help.
