Zaphou…
My dear husband and I tried everything within our power to help our son stay alive and thrive.
We put him in Rehabs, wilderness program, homeschooled him, sent him off to Germany in the Army, watched him go to prison, watched him try to get a risky surgery so he could no doubt stay on drugs, took him into our home for years trying to help him with medication and psychiatrists to no avail…he would abuse prescribed medication too, we even moved to another state when he contracted Hep C from needle use and we got our Indian benefits to pay for it as long as we lived in Indian territory.
I’m telling you Zaphou we tried everything under the sun! The last year he was alive, in and out of hospitals in California, I sent him $100 for food and a greyhound ticket back to our home…of course he took the $100 and bought drugs and ended up back in the hospital. He never made it home again.
He died Thanksgiving before last alone on a highway at 4:50 in the morning without even shoes on his feet. He was hit by an illegal immigrant without a drivers license.
It is a tragedy all the way around. One we could only stop for so long till God had had enough and said come home child.
I even had a psychotic breakdown when I was 40 years old likely triggered by all of the stress I was under trying to help my sons in anyway I could. I had to be hospitalized and take a handful of medication the rest of my life.
As another poster said…walk a mile in my shoes and then tell me.
You are obviously not speaking from experience. I hope you never have to.
