<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body">...I always thought my child wouldn't live this long....</div></div>
That must be a common thought of parents of difficult child's. My wife has said for over a year that she dreads getting "the call". "Your son has been in an accident", "Your son died from a drug overdose", "Your son is in custody for <insert favorite substance abuser crime here>", etc...
It's a source of constant low-level stress. It never goes away. And for someone like me - strong type-A italian male, it was enough to push me into daily anxiety attacks. Now I take medications to keep that from happening. My poor beloved wife simply started escaping into sleep anytime she could - not that it was ever very restful. She, too, now has her little twice-a-day helpers for depression.
So now we're both drugged up legally to deal with the stress of our son's illegal drug problem - how's that for irony?
:hammer:
And to be honest, as difficult child's go, the beast doesn't cause near the problems and heartache that other parents on CD have had inflicted on them. As traumatic as our current situation is, I don't know how others with more serious issues (and consequences) make it through the day.
So yes, I'm intimately familiar with the feeling you describe, as I'm sure most of the rest of us are. Yet another wonderful aspect of emotionaly "retarded" difficult child's who only consider themselves when they're weighing consequences (if they even bother to think that much before they up and do something..)
<deep breath> - <one foot in front of the other> - <now the next foot> - <repeat>.....
Mikey
