This "stuff" is so, so difficult. My son, 23 left our house for the umpteenth time last Saturday. He is Borderline (BPD) and a poly substance abuser. His therapist also (according to Difficult Child) diagnosed him as ptsd. Haven't heard from him since 12/21 when he came to the house to get some things. I've wondered if we (I) didn't create some of this mess by constantly rescuing him from his bad choices. Did I unknowingly tell him, yes, you're an invalid, we will rescue you? I worry a lot but have been trying not to beat myself up so much anymore. My family, during my difficult years didn't do ANYTHING for me (and not in a nice way either)- but- I knew then that I had only myself to rely on. This forced me to go to my job, pay my rent and not become a drug addict as it was up to me to sink or swim. I did the opposite of my parents- I told my kids I love them everyday, gave them every opportunity we could afford and stupidly, bailed my doctor out more times than was healthy. Now he blames us for everything and has cut all contact. I dunno..
I'm sure glad for you guys but bummed that any of us have to be here.
