My 26 year old son just called to chat. Our recent phone calls have been short, as I cut things off when he talks in a way that distresses me. The last phone call he wanted a pity party. I refused saying something like, "we need to cut this off. This does not help you, or me." Today, I made the mistake of asking him what he thought about the recent Amtrak crash. A mistake. He responded, "I am much more worried about Iran," look at the cover of Newsweek. "I don't want to talk about that, with you. You know that," I replied. "You asked me what I thought and I am responding to your question" he answered. "I believe that your preoccupation with the end times is destructive. Nearly all of your energy and focus is directed to this theme. I fear it is a symptom of mental illness and I do not want to go there with you. I have told you repeatedly. I will not talk about it with you." "You asked me. I am just responding to your question. You are irrational. You are in denial," he responded. "Please do not insult me," I answered. "You insulted me," was his retort. "I am sorry, if I insulted you. If you continue to speak of this theme we will need to end this conversation. I have told you before. I will not speak of this with you. It is not good for me and I believe it is not good for you." He persisted. I said "goodbye." I hung up the phone. My son is a conspiracy theorist. He believes and fears something called the Illuminati. According to this "theory" the Illuminati is a ruling class originating when creatures from outer space mated with reptiles here on earth. They manipulate the world for their own ends, and are now bringing about the end of the world, according to a prophesied plan. Sigh. He sees all current events through this lens. All news stories, natural disasters, etc. to him point to the end times. I will not go there with him. If I refuse to go there with him, he denounces me as irrational or in denial or uneducated or uninformed in the scientific method, not understanding rules of evidence. Laughable. Except it's not. We are at the point now, my son and I, where all roads lead to Rome. Really, I cannot bear to speak to or be with my son. Am I wrong? What are my options? I wish I was Cedar, SWOT. They would know what to do.