I was the user, once upon a time. My mom did every single thing to me / for me on that list, and then some.
I did not get help the first time until I was homeless, living in a forest preserve, stinky from not having showered in days, the beginnings of dreadlocks, and needle tracks up & down my arms.
Mom could have brought in the National Guard, the French Foreign Legion, or Christ Himself. I still would not get help until she detached and stopped enabling me.
Thanks for sharing that, Janet.
