I found out today that difficult child has lied about us in every way to his counselor at the outpatient rehab program. In every way. I am so angry I can't feel. I'm numb. I dropped in to chat with one of the counselors while difficult child was in his private appointment and I was waiting for him (as usual). The counselor wondered about our contract, was a little concerned, but, she said, after all it's not harsher than lots of contracts she's had with patients ... HUH? Turns out difficult child brought in his copy of the contract today (obviously he didn't rip it up) and told both counselors that it's in force, we've taken all his money, and since he lost his job Monday he's two weeks away from homelessness. This after our emotional conversation on Monday where we ripped up our contract, caved on everything, told him we forgave his debt (more than $6000), told him not to worry about being kicked out, not to feel on edge anymore, just to go forward from here, save his money, and look to the future ... Turns out he's lied about everything. He's painted us as monsters who constantly pick screaming fights and threaten to kick him out, and himself as 'not an angry guy'. Everything is our fault. He's omitted to mention any of his history of violence, including his most recent episodes. On the way home (I didn't know all this yet; I called his counselor later) he opened his folder to show me info about a local resource for housing, jobs etc. for people with mental illness issues. He told me he looked into this three weeks ago. I said, 'good for you. It's good to know what's available locally. And why do you have your contract? Did you show the counselor?' He said yes. I said, 'You DID tell her we ripped it up, right?' He said, yeah. LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE Then he told me we need to KNOW how much psychological trauma this contract has put him through! I said, we ripped it up and forgave you the debt! I don't understand. He said he's been under constant threat of being kicked out since he came home in May. Oh, yeah! All that love and encouragement, hugs and kisses and everything positive, so that our other kids were disgusted and angry that he did drugs, got arrested, costs us thousands, and then they can't even tell him what they think of him .... oh yeah, those threats of being kicked out. Riiigghhtt. Then he tells me he's been threatened with being kicked out since he was 9, that he's the only one drugged and hospitalized and beaten with a belt .... HOLD ON. No threats, until he was 13 and seriously physically abusive to me and daughter, and Residential Treatment Center (RTC) was mentioned; no hospitalizations until he tried to kill his brother; no beatings, though he reported us for abuse and we went through an investigation after which they said, we have no problem, sorry, guess he lied. But no, I wasn't there when he was being beaten. Funny, I gave up my career and spent 24/7 with my kids for 22 years, but I wasn't there. Yeah. He says, if you kick me out I'll never speak to you again! Ever! I say, well that's your decision kiddo, not from us. And he escalates all the way home, until he's screaming by the time we get into the garage. He disappears to his room screaming 'You never take responsibility!!!'. Right. He also wants me to apologize. For what? I ask. For rescuing you when you were coked out? For driving you to work at 5 am? For buying you new clothes and driving you to job interviews all summer? For just what? I have to go get daughter from dance and I call the counselor on the way, and she fills me in. She knew nothing of his violence, nothing of his history. This is supposed to be addiction counseling so I didn't give her all his old records, which I normally do. All she knew was that we're monsters and he's going to be homeless. Trouble is, she told me enough that she violated HIPAA big time and she begged me to not tell husband anything because difficult child will be able to come after her (if husband gets angry enough, as he would, to confront difficult child). So I'm freaking out with anger and at the same time totally numb, and I'm DONE DONE DONE MY SON IS A PSYCHOPATH and I don't know how I'm going to conceal this state of mind from husband when he gets home any minute but I don't want difficult child to have ammunition to go after the counselors. He's a psychopath. He came upstairs (his bedroom is in the basement, a 2700 sqft apartment with door to outside, huge windows, kitchen, rec room with 60" TV and pool table, semiprivate bath - one other bedroom - the little ingrate!!!) and wanted a hug. A hug!! I looked at him and felt like I was looking at Ted Bundy. Then I couldn't look at him anymore. I can't tell husband yet. Counselors want a 'family meeting' to 'get everyone on the same page', ie cover their ***** for HIPAA, like that's going to happen. difficult child will never agree, why would he? husband is home. Don't even know what game face to try to put on.