by the way I was 18 when my first son was born. No one would let me do things my way, my mother tried to dominate him til he died.
I do know I tried all I could with ant when he was acting up. I listened to everyone, tried all anyone suggested, got angry at people who kept giving unwanted, already tried and failed advice.
ant got better when I decided if he was going to drug to death, he was doing it without me. I was not going to find him in a heap in his room one night, I was not going to guard him from himself. I threw him out in horror, totally believing he was going to die if I did this.
ya know what? ant hit bottom. He was hungry, lonely and sick from his lifestyle. he was lost, miles away. that is when he remembered me. he knew I would support him on his journey back up. I would let him alone to his own devices and death if he would not comply. it was my last shot, given that all I had tried thus far had not saved him from himself.
your son can get thru this but only if you stop making him comfy while he drugs. he has to feel the pain to improve. you are wearing blinders so you can mother him.
grace, I did all that. it nearly killed ant.
again..he only got better when he was cold hungry and uncomfy.
but, I will support your choices of what you want to do about your son. I am just saying it is not making you or him better. but I will be here til you are ready to stop this.
