Mikey
Psycho Gorilla Dad
Just needing to vent, because I feel backed into a corner. difficult child has become the master of the relationship because we're now emotionally paralyzed, and he knows it.
I finally spent a lot of time writing him a letter explaining exactly how we feel, what we're worried about, and asking him to think about his actions. The letter ended by saying that he had a choice to make, and that we would be talking about it soon.
Choice was whether or not he still wanted to be a member of the family. If so, he need to start giving as well as taking, and that he needed to give us at least as much respect as he demands for himself. And that if he chose to continue acting out, there would be consequences - starting with a drawdown in the "family benefits".
From time to time, we still see the old easy child in him. We don't know if it's just a ghost he keeps around to manipulate us, or if he's still really in there like his therapist and some teachers say. I was trying to appeal to his easy child side to at least start some dialog with us. Can you guess how this ends?
Besides substance abuse, his big thing is ignoring curfew. That night, after getting the letter, he was over an hour late getting home. So I guess I'm not the master wordsmith I thought I was, because if it was going to have any effect on him it would have been right after reading it.
Since then, I've given him a few days to think it over to see if he would bring up the subject of the letter. Nope - not so far. Also, after nearly dying a few weeks ago from asthma attack, he had to stop smoking - everything. But now I fear he's moved back to booze, because the last few times he's ignored curfew and either stayed away or come home late, he's had beer on his breath.
His therapist has a copy of the letter, and thought it was a very good "groundbreaker" for serious discussions (negotiations?) with difficult child. He has an appointment this evening with difficult child, and was going to try again to start up the discussion. Only now, difficult child says he doesn't want to go see "that shrink" any more.
On top of this, his alternative school also informed us that he can only go one semester next year beause he will have completed all academic requirments to graduate by then. There's a waiting list for the program, and regardless of the fact that difficult child is thriving in the program they can't give him a seat in the spring. So now, even though he can graduate in the fall, he wants to go back to his old school for spring semester and graduate. He plans to take "stupid" classes (his words) - photography, weightlifting, stuff like that.
Bad, bad idea because that's where he got into so much trouble ditching class, getting stoned before class, and his drug buddies all go there (which is why, of course, he wants to go back).
At this point wife and I just don't know what to do. We're paralyzed, difficult child knows this, and is driving the car. He knows that we don't want him running away, or starting to smoke again (which could kill him if he has another asthma attack). Yet, he still throws these things out there. And somehow, I have no doubt that he'd follow through on them.
So we're trapped on one big anxiety roller-coaster. Either we start the fight and spend our time worrying about his acting out, or we continue to placate and worry about him when he's out doing whatever he's doing. Sometimes, I get so angry at him I want to start the fight, but then I think of him going out the door and not coming back and I completely cave.
I know I should detach. I know I shouldn't feel responsible any more because difficult child is making his own choices now. But after spending nearly 18 years taking care of him, loving him, and enjoying him (during the good times), I can't just suddenly bottle all that up and say "there's the door - I don't want you to go, but if you feel you must do these things against our will, then do them on your own".
And I cave because there's a sneaking feeling in the pit of my stomach that difficult child would rather live on the street and eat out of garbage cans than submit to any kind of control by us at this point. I think this saying's from Dante's Inferno: "I'd rather rule in Hell than serve in Heaven". That's my son. He'd rather starve on the streets, under his own power, than place himself in the hands of another and live a happier life.
Darned if I do and darned if I don't. Start the fight and watch him go, or continue placating to keep him in the house and live with the disrespct and anxiety when he acts out.
I just don't know what to do any more. For now, I guess I'll just up the Klonopin and Xanax, eat more St. John's Wort, and pray a lot more for guidance and serenity. Miracles do sometimes happen, don't they?
Mikey
I finally spent a lot of time writing him a letter explaining exactly how we feel, what we're worried about, and asking him to think about his actions. The letter ended by saying that he had a choice to make, and that we would be talking about it soon.
Choice was whether or not he still wanted to be a member of the family. If so, he need to start giving as well as taking, and that he needed to give us at least as much respect as he demands for himself. And that if he chose to continue acting out, there would be consequences - starting with a drawdown in the "family benefits".
From time to time, we still see the old easy child in him. We don't know if it's just a ghost he keeps around to manipulate us, or if he's still really in there like his therapist and some teachers say. I was trying to appeal to his easy child side to at least start some dialog with us. Can you guess how this ends?
Besides substance abuse, his big thing is ignoring curfew. That night, after getting the letter, he was over an hour late getting home. So I guess I'm not the master wordsmith I thought I was, because if it was going to have any effect on him it would have been right after reading it.
Since then, I've given him a few days to think it over to see if he would bring up the subject of the letter. Nope - not so far. Also, after nearly dying a few weeks ago from asthma attack, he had to stop smoking - everything. But now I fear he's moved back to booze, because the last few times he's ignored curfew and either stayed away or come home late, he's had beer on his breath.
His therapist has a copy of the letter, and thought it was a very good "groundbreaker" for serious discussions (negotiations?) with difficult child. He has an appointment this evening with difficult child, and was going to try again to start up the discussion. Only now, difficult child says he doesn't want to go see "that shrink" any more.
On top of this, his alternative school also informed us that he can only go one semester next year beause he will have completed all academic requirments to graduate by then. There's a waiting list for the program, and regardless of the fact that difficult child is thriving in the program they can't give him a seat in the spring. So now, even though he can graduate in the fall, he wants to go back to his old school for spring semester and graduate. He plans to take "stupid" classes (his words) - photography, weightlifting, stuff like that.
Bad, bad idea because that's where he got into so much trouble ditching class, getting stoned before class, and his drug buddies all go there (which is why, of course, he wants to go back).
At this point wife and I just don't know what to do. We're paralyzed, difficult child knows this, and is driving the car. He knows that we don't want him running away, or starting to smoke again (which could kill him if he has another asthma attack). Yet, he still throws these things out there. And somehow, I have no doubt that he'd follow through on them.
So we're trapped on one big anxiety roller-coaster. Either we start the fight and spend our time worrying about his acting out, or we continue to placate and worry about him when he's out doing whatever he's doing. Sometimes, I get so angry at him I want to start the fight, but then I think of him going out the door and not coming back and I completely cave.
I know I should detach. I know I shouldn't feel responsible any more because difficult child is making his own choices now. But after spending nearly 18 years taking care of him, loving him, and enjoying him (during the good times), I can't just suddenly bottle all that up and say "there's the door - I don't want you to go, but if you feel you must do these things against our will, then do them on your own".
And I cave because there's a sneaking feeling in the pit of my stomach that difficult child would rather live on the street and eat out of garbage cans than submit to any kind of control by us at this point. I think this saying's from Dante's Inferno: "I'd rather rule in Hell than serve in Heaven". That's my son. He'd rather starve on the streets, under his own power, than place himself in the hands of another and live a happier life.
Darned if I do and darned if I don't. Start the fight and watch him go, or continue placating to keep him in the house and live with the disrespct and anxiety when he acts out.
I just don't know what to do any more. For now, I guess I'll just up the Klonopin and Xanax, eat more St. John's Wort, and pray a lot more for guidance and serenity. Miracles do sometimes happen, don't they?
Mikey