Today our 23 y/o son woke us up,giggling hysterically, having flushed two action figures down the toilet. About 30 minutes later when he needed to poop (having removed all of his clothes to do so), he discovered the toilet was clogged (because of course it was). He became completely unglued, hitting my husband as he tried to fix the toilet, trying to break everything in sight, running around and just raging. All while completely naked. All 250 lbs, 6' of him. The only reason our son isn't beating the shit out of us and tearing the place apart is because he is sleeping.
He's broken our living room window twice. There are holes in most walls (and a few ceilings)--it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the place. He is so much worse than he was as a child. Things have gotten progressively more and more out of control since he went into puberty and they've never got better. Our 100+ lbs Akita hides whenever my son gets upset. The cat disappears for hours. He's never hurt them--in fact, he adores them both--but he's so out of control that he becomes terrifying. He's hurt his father. He's hurt me. We've had to call the police
A few days ago I found a lump. I was diagnosed with cancer back in fall of 2015 and spent a full year dealing with treatment, surgeries, and infections. And yet, my first thought when I felt that lump was, "This is my ticket out." I actually felt...relief. The world is fucked up. Our country is fucked up (I live in the US). My family is fucked up. I feel like maybe a door has been opened. Maybe the state would stop fucking around and place my son if I were gone, because my husband can't just quit his job and care for him. Maybe they would stop making unhelpful, one-size-fits-all suggestions that my son's psychiatrist agrees are of no use. We have been doing this for over two decades, just my husband and I with zero family support and that includes when I had cancer. I will be 60 this year and I am so tired
He's broken our living room window twice. There are holes in most walls (and a few ceilings)--it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the place. He is so much worse than he was as a child. Things have gotten progressively more and more out of control since he went into puberty and they've never got better. Our 100+ lbs Akita hides whenever my son gets upset. The cat disappears for hours. He's never hurt them--in fact, he adores them both--but he's so out of control that he becomes terrifying. He's hurt his father. He's hurt me. We've had to call the police
A few days ago I found a lump. I was diagnosed with cancer back in fall of 2015 and spent a full year dealing with treatment, surgeries, and infections. And yet, my first thought when I felt that lump was, "This is my ticket out." I actually felt...relief. The world is fucked up. Our country is fucked up (I live in the US). My family is fucked up. I feel like maybe a door has been opened. Maybe the state would stop fucking around and place my son if I were gone, because my husband can't just quit his job and care for him. Maybe they would stop making unhelpful, one-size-fits-all suggestions that my son's psychiatrist agrees are of no use. We have been doing this for over two decades, just my husband and I with zero family support and that includes when I had cancer. I will be 60 this year and I am so tired
