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<blockquote data-quote="Childofmine" data-source="post: 692557" data-attributes="member: 17542"><p>Oh Alb, your story sounded SO familiar. Difficult Child used to call with the same song and dance. If I didn't immediately react (which I used to do, again and again and again, as you know), then the story would get wilder and more dramatic and stranger, including the threats to just go ahead and die and end it all and on and on and on. </p><p></p><p>Kudos to you for not reacting to all of that. I remember one time not that awfully long ago on this forum telling the story of Difficult Child's frayed computer cord and his computer battery was dying...dying...almost gone...and he wouldn't have any way, forever, to get in touch, and that is when he was living outside the McDonald's in a city four hours from here in December, and I finally snapped and reacted. Sigh. I couldn't stand it. It was awful.</p><p></p><p>So, when our DCs are "under the influence" there is nothing good that's going to happen. As long as they are using, that's the #1 goal and that is going to take precedence. It sounds like he is well into his alcohol just like my Difficult Child was and getting more of that substance is the focus in life. Until that changes, nothing changes. As you well know.</p><p></p><p>I think your feelings are completely normal. I finally got to the point that I was so freakin' done. I (almost) didn't care. Of course, I loved him, but I was spent. Out of gas. Done. </p><p></p><p>I wouldn't answer my phone right now either. When I got to that point, I could go for a week or 10 days and really be pretty darn fine. Then I would start getting anxious about whether or not he was alive and I would just need to know that. But I really didn't want to have to deal with him because that never turned out well and all it did was make me mad and anxious.</p><p></p><p>We're here for you Alb. You have been there and done that. I get the bus ticket, I did that too, again and again. Maybe he'll reach a bottom...you never know when and if it will happen, and how...and something good will begin. Prayers for you and for him. Warm hugs too.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Childofmine, post: 692557, member: 17542"] Oh Alb, your story sounded SO familiar. Difficult Child used to call with the same song and dance. If I didn't immediately react (which I used to do, again and again and again, as you know), then the story would get wilder and more dramatic and stranger, including the threats to just go ahead and die and end it all and on and on and on. Kudos to you for not reacting to all of that. I remember one time not that awfully long ago on this forum telling the story of Difficult Child's frayed computer cord and his computer battery was dying...dying...almost gone...and he wouldn't have any way, forever, to get in touch, and that is when he was living outside the McDonald's in a city four hours from here in December, and I finally snapped and reacted. Sigh. I couldn't stand it. It was awful. So, when our DCs are "under the influence" there is nothing good that's going to happen. As long as they are using, that's the #1 goal and that is going to take precedence. It sounds like he is well into his alcohol just like my Difficult Child was and getting more of that substance is the focus in life. Until that changes, nothing changes. As you well know. I think your feelings are completely normal. I finally got to the point that I was so freakin' done. I (almost) didn't care. Of course, I loved him, but I was spent. Out of gas. Done. I wouldn't answer my phone right now either. When I got to that point, I could go for a week or 10 days and really be pretty darn fine. Then I would start getting anxious about whether or not he was alive and I would just need to know that. But I really didn't want to have to deal with him because that never turned out well and all it did was make me mad and anxious. We're here for you Alb. You have been there and done that. I get the bus ticket, I did that too, again and again. Maybe he'll reach a bottom...you never know when and if it will happen, and how...and something good will begin. Prayers for you and for him. Warm hugs too. [/QUOTE]
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