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<blockquote data-quote="slsh" data-source="post: 205221" data-attributes="member: 8"><p>Thanks for the input. I was *really* hoping there'd be like a quick fix, you know? <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" alt=";)" title="Wink ;)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=";)" /> Put on my ruby red slippers, turn around 3 times, and say "thank you's an independent functioning adult" and poof, it would be so. LOL, okay, who is delusional now??? <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/Graemlins/rofl.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":rofl:" title="rofl :rofl:" data-shortname=":rofl:" /></p><p> </p><p>medications are out because I adamantly refuse to see docs. Drink... probably not a good idea on a regular basis because I do have that mood-swinger's propensity towards self-medication (or at least did, many years ago). Starbie, you make me laugh - husband (jokingly) suggested I hit thank you up for one of his (ahem) special cigarettes. Yep, that's just what I need, a little recreationally-induced paranoia to go along with my 2 a.m. weepies.</p><p> </p><p>Positive thinking... that's really hard for me on a good day. I'm one of those "expect the worst" people. In my little padded room of a world, if the worst happens, I'm prepared and not surprised, and if it doesn't? I feel like I've won the lottery. Seriously - I'm not seeing even the hint of anything positive for thank you in the near future and it's just tearing me up, you know?</p><p> </p><p>I'm trying to hold onto the fact that he's got to take responsibility for his own life, he has the resources and just because he's not using them, as usual, doesn't mean I need to obsess about the not so great possibilities. But heaven help me, I have this really annoying voice in my head (so to speak) that says "do one last thing to help him". Except it would never be one last thing, would it? </p><p> </p><p>There's a house down the street that's been foreclosed on - the previous owners trashed it completely as a parting gift so the price is ridiculously low (yes, I checked - OMG!). I told husband the other night, we could buy it (yeah well, we could win the lottery too) and thank you could live there and then I'd at least know he had a roof over his head.... until he tore it down.... and husband got a really worried look on his face. I guess that is not an option.</p><p> </p><p>I know I have to let it go. I know I have to let him figure it out. I worry that either he won't figure it out or worse, worry what he will do when he does figure it out. </p><p> </p><p>So I guess I'll stick with chanting the serenity prayer and doing my Lamaze breathing and cling to husband and just hope...</p><p> </p><p>Though I did write my first draft today of a scathing letter to TLP, basically telling them that their target audience is mentally ill teens, duh, that self-direction is pretty much not an option, duh, that they're idiots, duh, and that someone over there better rectify their craniorectal inversion and do whatever it takes to get thank you beyond the online filling out of job applications and get his little posterior to an actual interview and then a job. I'm sure there are a few revisions in this letter's future but... they will be held accountable for doing their job, doggoneit. </p><p> </p><p>thank you has a psychiatric evaluation this weekend just in case he decides maybe he actually does have a problem post 18 and needs services. I'm taking bets on whether he shows or not... </p><p> </p><p>BLECH!!!!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="slsh, post: 205221, member: 8"] Thanks for the input. I was *really* hoping there'd be like a quick fix, you know? ;) Put on my ruby red slippers, turn around 3 times, and say "thank you's an independent functioning adult" and poof, it would be so. LOL, okay, who is delusional now??? :rofl: medications are out because I adamantly refuse to see docs. Drink... probably not a good idea on a regular basis because I do have that mood-swinger's propensity towards self-medication (or at least did, many years ago). Starbie, you make me laugh - husband (jokingly) suggested I hit thank you up for one of his (ahem) special cigarettes. Yep, that's just what I need, a little recreationally-induced paranoia to go along with my 2 a.m. weepies. Positive thinking... that's really hard for me on a good day. I'm one of those "expect the worst" people. In my little padded room of a world, if the worst happens, I'm prepared and not surprised, and if it doesn't? I feel like I've won the lottery. Seriously - I'm not seeing even the hint of anything positive for thank you in the near future and it's just tearing me up, you know? I'm trying to hold onto the fact that he's got to take responsibility for his own life, he has the resources and just because he's not using them, as usual, doesn't mean I need to obsess about the not so great possibilities. But heaven help me, I have this really annoying voice in my head (so to speak) that says "do one last thing to help him". Except it would never be one last thing, would it? There's a house down the street that's been foreclosed on - the previous owners trashed it completely as a parting gift so the price is ridiculously low (yes, I checked - OMG!). I told husband the other night, we could buy it (yeah well, we could win the lottery too) and thank you could live there and then I'd at least know he had a roof over his head.... until he tore it down.... and husband got a really worried look on his face. I guess that is not an option. I know I have to let it go. I know I have to let him figure it out. I worry that either he won't figure it out or worse, worry what he will do when he does figure it out. So I guess I'll stick with chanting the serenity prayer and doing my Lamaze breathing and cling to husband and just hope... Though I did write my first draft today of a scathing letter to TLP, basically telling them that their target audience is mentally ill teens, duh, that self-direction is pretty much not an option, duh, that they're idiots, duh, and that someone over there better rectify their craniorectal inversion and do whatever it takes to get thank you beyond the online filling out of job applications and get his little posterior to an actual interview and then a job. I'm sure there are a few revisions in this letter's future but... they will be held accountable for doing their job, doggoneit. thank you has a psychiatric evaluation this weekend just in case he decides maybe he actually does have a problem post 18 and needs services. I'm taking bets on whether he shows or not... BLECH!!!! [/QUOTE]
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