After a series of events the last two or three days, I've decided that I need to be more of a spectator of my son's bipolar meth-addicted drama and chaos than an active participant. There is literally nothing I can do for him at this point other than send him money and I haven't done that since I had my aha moment, that for every time I bailed him out of a situation he turned around and put himself back in that same situation and expected me to bail him out over and over and over. Two or three months ago I finally hit the proverbial wall and said no more. I'll always give him an ear, a shoulder, or advice (but only when he asks for it) but not another dime until he starts to take steps to get treatment for his bipolar and his addiction. And after today I won't even continue chasing leads and calling possible treatment centers. He is perfectly capable of picking up the phone and making those calls himself. I'll send him information if I run across any, but what he does with that information is entirely up to him. If I had the money (which I don't), I could get him the best care available in the best facility in the world that address both addiction and mental disorders, but if he's not ready to admit he has a problem and needs help, and then takes that help seriously, it would be a waste of my money and the facility's resources. I'll never give up on hoping and praying he can get a grip and get his life under some kind of control, but until he does, I'm done with anything other than that, because his idea of "help" and mine are completely different.