Hello...I haven't posted in probably three years and don't remember my password so am posting under a new "handle." Until I get my new profile updated, for anyone who cares, my previous posts are under "CAmom."
So, what I meant by disheartening is coming back to this forum after a couple of years and seeing so many names I recognize. I had thought to come back and hoped to read that there were at least some happy endings, but judging by the familiar names and the few posts I've read so far, it certainly doesn't look like it.
My son is now 25 years old, still living with me (my beloved husband died five months ago from early-onset Alzheimer's), and I'm still waiting for him to decide what he wants to be when he grows up.
Throughout these past years, he's been on and then quit drugs a couple of time and was seriously injured (broke both legs) while abusing his anti-anxiety medications. He has been left at least a minor physical disability in addition to his mental health issues due to bipolar and ADHD.
He treats himself with marijuana but stays away from anything stronger. He and I have both been traumatized after caring for my husband, his dad, during the seven years that Alzheimer's slowly took him away from us. My son was there by my side most of that time, sometimes a help, but many times a burden but I was determined to care for my husband in our home, and did, and we both were by his side when he took his last breath.
My son is struggling with his father's death, and I understand that. However, when I question him about when he's going to try to find some work he's able to do, or go back to school to learn some skills, he tells me he simply can't deal with it yet. He also has chronic pain from one badly damaged ankle which is already causing arthritis and affecting not just his ankle and leg, but his hip as well.
So, basically, other than doing grocery shopping and helping around the house, he does nothing. I provide him with a car and a small "allowance" for his help, and he seems perfectly happy (?) being able to buy a gallon or two of gas, a pack of cigarettes, and his pot (which he uses now for anxiety and pain).
Again, I was hoping that some of you had come up with a miracle formula after dealing with your own problem child/ren after so many years. I'm certainly just about at my wit's end...
So, what I meant by disheartening is coming back to this forum after a couple of years and seeing so many names I recognize. I had thought to come back and hoped to read that there were at least some happy endings, but judging by the familiar names and the few posts I've read so far, it certainly doesn't look like it.
My son is now 25 years old, still living with me (my beloved husband died five months ago from early-onset Alzheimer's), and I'm still waiting for him to decide what he wants to be when he grows up.
Throughout these past years, he's been on and then quit drugs a couple of time and was seriously injured (broke both legs) while abusing his anti-anxiety medications. He has been left at least a minor physical disability in addition to his mental health issues due to bipolar and ADHD.
He treats himself with marijuana but stays away from anything stronger. He and I have both been traumatized after caring for my husband, his dad, during the seven years that Alzheimer's slowly took him away from us. My son was there by my side most of that time, sometimes a help, but many times a burden but I was determined to care for my husband in our home, and did, and we both were by his side when he took his last breath.
My son is struggling with his father's death, and I understand that. However, when I question him about when he's going to try to find some work he's able to do, or go back to school to learn some skills, he tells me he simply can't deal with it yet. He also has chronic pain from one badly damaged ankle which is already causing arthritis and affecting not just his ankle and leg, but his hip as well.
So, basically, other than doing grocery shopping and helping around the house, he does nothing. I provide him with a car and a small "allowance" for his help, and he seems perfectly happy (?) being able to buy a gallon or two of gas, a pack of cigarettes, and his pot (which he uses now for anxiety and pain).
Again, I was hoping that some of you had come up with a miracle formula after dealing with your own problem child/ren after so many years. I'm certainly just about at my wit's end...