tishthedish
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Hi everyone. It's been s good time in our family's life in so many ways. Our youngest son got married to a wonderful girl and she has a little boy. Daughter in Law and grandson in one fell swoop, it's a blessing. Since the beginning of the year we have made slow, steady, tentative progress with our elder son who is bipolar/unmedicated and maybe schizophrenic. We had been estranged for 4 years and he came to spend a weekend with us in June and then his brother extended the invite to the wedding for a weekend in July. All went really well. He has come out about once per month and thing have been comfortable. When he is not here, he lives on the streets of Chicago. Not in a shelter, on the streets. Still, my husband and I felt the need to set boundaries so it would not morph into living with us. It was almost as if he was expecting more, nothing said, just a gut feeling of mine. He would show up a day or two early on our doorstep, ask to stay another day etc.
Here is where things get hairy. We invited him for Thanksgiving and we were going to see our autistic grandson in Kansas where he now lives in residential care the second week of December. The elder son watches our dogs when we go away the last few times and does a great job. It's a win/win. Well, my husband and I came down with Covid. Me November 15 and my husband November 18. It was bad. I was hospitalized for 6 days and am now home on oxygen. For my husband it is worse. He is in ICU and is day to day. We are married 39 years and I am devastated. My son has been very helpful but last night went on a full fledged meltdown that frightened me. He keeps disengaging the ice maker in the freezer. I showed him how to use it, fix it and thought everything was fine, and it was left broken again. I said to him GENTLY that I would empty ice into a bag that he could use that way he doesn't have to worry about it. He went nuts. He called me every name in the book and said I demeaned him. It went on for about 5 minutes at which point, I said I am truly sorry G, it wasn't my intention to upset you. I asked that he please stop talking to me like that. He didn't so I said I'm just going to head off to bed now. I could still hear him raving in the kitchen for a while after. I was frightened. So husband in hospital, erratic son in house and me feeling like I did years ago when he spoke to me like this on a regular basis. I don't deserve this. I don't want to call the cops on him but if I am in danger I will. I did mention perhaps he should return to Chicago and he said he could easily never see me again. There was such joy that there was this reconnection. He has been such a help to us during our illness, but do I sever ties with the possibility that this may be the last chance of connection, do I stuff the familiar feelings of having to eat to keep the peace? He has not come upstairs all day. There have been no words spoken and I have nothing to say. I don't sense that he will be contrite at all. To me it says he's been harboring resentment against us for a time and now the walls of decorum have been breached. I am not thinking straight and not feeling well myself. I can't handle any more. Truly.
Here is where things get hairy. We invited him for Thanksgiving and we were going to see our autistic grandson in Kansas where he now lives in residential care the second week of December. The elder son watches our dogs when we go away the last few times and does a great job. It's a win/win. Well, my husband and I came down with Covid. Me November 15 and my husband November 18. It was bad. I was hospitalized for 6 days and am now home on oxygen. For my husband it is worse. He is in ICU and is day to day. We are married 39 years and I am devastated. My son has been very helpful but last night went on a full fledged meltdown that frightened me. He keeps disengaging the ice maker in the freezer. I showed him how to use it, fix it and thought everything was fine, and it was left broken again. I said to him GENTLY that I would empty ice into a bag that he could use that way he doesn't have to worry about it. He went nuts. He called me every name in the book and said I demeaned him. It went on for about 5 minutes at which point, I said I am truly sorry G, it wasn't my intention to upset you. I asked that he please stop talking to me like that. He didn't so I said I'm just going to head off to bed now. I could still hear him raving in the kitchen for a while after. I was frightened. So husband in hospital, erratic son in house and me feeling like I did years ago when he spoke to me like this on a regular basis. I don't deserve this. I don't want to call the cops on him but if I am in danger I will. I did mention perhaps he should return to Chicago and he said he could easily never see me again. There was such joy that there was this reconnection. He has been such a help to us during our illness, but do I sever ties with the possibility that this may be the last chance of connection, do I stuff the familiar feelings of having to eat to keep the peace? He has not come upstairs all day. There have been no words spoken and I have nothing to say. I don't sense that he will be contrite at all. To me it says he's been harboring resentment against us for a time and now the walls of decorum have been breached. I am not thinking straight and not feeling well myself. I can't handle any more. Truly.