Dad called difficult child mom to let her know what happened and to see if she would come over so they could confront difficult child together, but she was busy, had dinner plans that evening....so dad and I showed him what we found and gave him the ultimatum--get help or get out. Of course he claimed the packet was some old one he found in his possession and 'panicked' and hid it under the mattress (yeah, right). He finally came clean and at least admitted he had used some of it. He started crying and said the drugs were really just a coping mechanism for the fact that he hates himself, his life, etc. Said he needed mental health help. He has depression, anxiety, racing thoughts, etc. He has an appointment. at the mental health center on Monday. I felt at the time that he was very sincere and insightful. I think, though, that his enthusiasm for getting to the root of his problems is waning, so not sure how its going to turn out. He did get a full time job, though, one the very last day of his 3-week time frame to get one. He has quickly eroded all the good will he had gotten after our talk, though. He is the laziest person I have ever known! He slept without sheets, blankets, or comforter last night because he put them in the washer (dad made him clean his room, bathroom, and do laundry) and didn't bother to put them in the dryer. He used the mattress cover for a blanket! I am not sure how much I can take! He is driving me nuts.