I just found this site this morning and I'm grateful. Thank you to everyone who posts what you're going through and what helps. I have a 26 yo son who has been a problem since his early teens. He has been a drug user for 11 years, been Baker Acted twice, Marchman acted once, did a 6 month stint in rehab and was kicked out of my house numerous times for drug use, inability to look for or keep a job, and overall nastiness towards myself and his younger sister. I, like you, have done everything humanly possible to help him. He now has a child with a 19 yo girl who is just as into drugs and alcohol as he is. I've had my 5 mo grandbaby a lot and I love him to death! His parents have told me they smoke pot 3x a day (she nurses). There are beer bottles all over their front porch (and I mean ALL OVER) consistently. Their home, which we rent to them, is filthy and smells so bad from their dog peeing on the floor and the litter box not being cleaned that THEY have a faint odor of animal urine on them. They have been neglectful of the baby: in their own words have told me they leave him alone a lot so he'll become independent, take walks while he's napping in his crib, he was attacked by their cat when they went outside to smoke and didn't check on him when he was crying, etc. The game changer (as if we needed one by this point) was when my husband found a bent spoon burned underneath in their "drug room" (where they keep the paraphernalia). He told them no more drugs in the house. I asked them to stop leaving the baby alone in the house. They retaliated. I wasn't allowed to see the baby until I could accept their lifestyle. Before this I'd had the baby a few days a week from morning til night. I took him so much because I wanted to limit his exposure to this garbage as much as possible. After a few weeks of this my counselor, after hearing everything, called DCF. Now I am completely out of this little guy's life. DCF found nothing, never drug tested and closed the case. I would tell you I'm heartbroken, but I can't. I'm numb. I can't cry. My son is notorious for not speaking to me for months at a time. He seems to only come around if he wants or needs something. Money has been given so many times, we even gave him a car only to see it totaled 4 months later. Even though I've been told I'm out of their lives, we're the only back up they have and they live in a perpetual state of emergency. Neither one works and the girlfriend attends school part time. They live off of her check from children's home society and food stamps. At this point I don't know if I want them back in my life. When they first took the baby away I was devastated, now just numb. I don't think I can handle the "now you see him now you don't" thing that I know I'll be drug through when they come back. The only positive in this has been not being in touch with my son or the girlfriend this whole time... No emergencies, no rides to give, no guilt trips, no hearing about how great drugs are, no hearing how the police are awful, soldiers just want to kill blacks in Africa, ISIS is good and Christians are bad, Israel needs to be wiped out, and my favorite (while they were staying with me after having the baby) "I'm glad ISIS is beheading Christian children. The Christians need to leave them alone". I had gone on my first mission trip the month before and am very active in my church. The crazy talk, the drugs, the smell, the worry, the emergencies and all the drama that comes with them has been gone, and for that I'm grateful. But the baby. That poor baby. I can't think about what's going to happen to him. Any advice for me? This is very hard. I've already disengaged from my son emotionally and am fully aware he is not the child I raised. My daughter is an honor student with great morals and doesn't touch drugs, so I don't believe this is my fault (mostly). I feel guilty for my non feelings for my son.