I was talking to a psychiatrist for a time over the past couple of years--and stopped about 6 or 8 months ago, I think. He wanted me to accept that my son would never change (he had never met him) and felt it was his job to take away my hope. He believed my son was destined to live in treatment programs and group home type places or single rooms in hotels supervised once in a while by supervisors.
I stopped talking to him. I knew that whatever would happen hope is not a defense mechanism. It is not denial. It is hope. A far different thing.
Guess what? What began to change things for us was hope in a better and different future. First, it came from a risk. Then commitment. And hope.
These guys do not necessarily know what the one thing is that will change things.
Think of the power from our combined experience and intellects?
I love this idea.
