I cannot let go of wanting things to be better for him.
Of course you can't. I can't either. Last night I went to my son's place, and he fixed dinner for me. We had a very pleasant two hours.
Did I want to say all kinds of things? Yes. I wanted to say: "get away from that girl you live with, the one who stabbed you, the one who violated her probation last week and went back to jail, the one who stabbed you last summer...can't you see there is nothing here that is good?"
I wanted to say: "PLEASE....by all that is holy, do not allow yourself to ever go back there. If you do I will die, I can't do this again."
I wanted to say: "You are acting stressed out. Are you using drugs?"
I wanted to say all kinds of things, and believe me, my fear rose and fell but in the end, I was able to be quiet and calm, and have a conversation with him that didn't include any of the above, and really look at him and listen to him and love him through it all, and just pray that I could get to an even greater place of acceptance, right now, and tomorrow and in the future, no matter what happens.
This is the greatest love I can offer him. It brings with it respect, dignity and acceptance that he is a grown man and has choices.
When I speak with him on the phone...the absence as a priority of any of these, crushes me. In fact, it feels degrading. It is as if I feel abused by my son.
All I can say is that this is not about you. It never was about you. You are "feeling abused by your son" and it is very true that you are in mortal pain over someone you love so much, watching him self-destruct, but it is not "at you." He has choices and he is doing what he does.
Limited by choice or by pathology, which is better?
I don't know that it really matters. To me, the great difference is this: Is he completely psychotic, unable to tell right from wrong, non functional in the basic of life. My son never was any of those things, and so...he was and is responsible for his own behavior and his own choices.
I will NEVER forget my counselor telling me that people with a primary diagnosis of mental illness (depression, addiction, etc) are still responsible for their actions and behaviors. That was a pivotal moment for me because I had been feeling very sorry for my husband (now ex) and his struggles with depression.
I can see that as long as I was enabling, I could protect myself from this devastating hopelessness. There was the illusion of control, I guess.
Is there a bottom to this?
I do think we---we parents---we hit our own bottoms. When we are completely sick and tired of where we are and how we are behaving and what our life is like, and that is a very, very, very good day.
That is the day, if we are fortunate, that we say, I can't do this anymore, and I need help, and please somebody help me. I drug myself into Al-Anon in this very state. I sat there meeting after meeting and cried and said nothing and didn't like what i heard, but I Kept Coming Back, because I had nowhere else to go.
That is how it will be, we hope, for our sons and daughters who are struggling. And if we keep showing up, something will change.
Copa, you and I have choices. We are choosing our own lives today. We can and we must "unhook" from other people, places and things, in order to grow and be the person we are meant to be.
It is the hardest thing I have ever tried to do.