Originally Posted by KillLois
Here is my story... My 18 year old and I for many many years have had a rough go. He has a troubled youth history - we lived with my husbands family (13 of us) in a very large home that had been segregated into 4 houses. Yet he always seemed to have 4 sets of parents with different rules. Since he was our only child at the time, his cousins (who had siblings) picked on him. We tried to stop it by brining it up with my in-laws, but it was always brushed off as "they are only children - children can be mean, and "name" needs to stop trying to attract attention to himself". After 5 years, his brother was born, and "name" to this day feels resentful.
We only recently (Feb) found out that our son had been "abused" by his older cousin sexually. They are 5 years appart and his cousin is gay. Our son never told us about this, and we have all spoken about it openly. It appears with both of them that it was consentual, but how does a 10 year old know what is consent to a 15 year old.
We also found out in Feb that this went on for 2 years. Then we moved out of the "family" home to our own house. When he was 12 he started the same abuse with his brother who is 5 years younger than he. Therefore with him being 12 his brother was only 7. It was also at this time that his anger was becoming apparent and his younger brother would not confront him.
I feel very guilty in the fact that his younger brother was left alone with him for years - we looked toward "name" as our youngest's protector. How far from the truth could we be.
He started drinking at a young age, then got into drugs (which again only became aparent late last year) - Don't worry... I keep asking myself the same question.. "Where was I? How did I not see?" He has never had good academics. Never any good friends. Many bad crowds, and he is a follower - has no self esteem. Has been bullied, and is now a bully. We have tried so hard to get him help. Help from phsychiatrists, hospitals, therapists. He never wanted help - he had a secret that no one could know.
Now all the secrets are out - so we think. Children's Aid is involved, they are not allowed to be alone together, because our youngest is still a minor. Then to make matters worse he got into a fight with another kid, and threw a bottle at him in anger. To come to his defence, the kid did break his nose first. However, the police are invovled and they have both been charged. Mine with a worse charge than the other. We've had to hire a criminal lawyer (I've never had to do this before). It will cost us up to $5K for his stupidity.
He still doesn't have a job. He had one for a short while, but was laid off after seasonal employment. They didn't keep him on because of his inability to shut his mouth with his superiors. And his attitude.
He smokes, and we buy them for him, because trying to get someone off of drugs and alcohol is one fight. I can't fight cigarettes at the same time. My husband smokes, but I have quit.
Every day, I try hard to find ways for him to change his life - find new friends, get better grades, find a job, talk to him, help him learn how to speak with others. All I seem to get from it is verbal abuse. He never swears at me, but uses the swear words intertwined in his vocabulary. As an example. This morning, I wake him early as I have arranged an interview with a teacher from an Art College, then he has to get his fingerprints done and then he has to interview for a volunteer position. He gets up grunting, and all bent over in some theatrical version of "I'm dying". He proceeds to angrily state "Get me some type of allergy medicine" I ask why, what's wrong... "Don't you see, my *f..'in* throat is raw, and I can't ..... *f...'in* swallow!". I say, that's not allergies, perhaps it is a cold. Or maybe it's because the a/c has been on, my throat is sore too. "ITS NOT A *f..'in* COLD..... ITS BEEN LIKE THIS FOR DAYS.... *F***! My back instantly gets up, and my tone now changes. I ask him to come to the bathroom so I can look in his throat. I get "blah blah blah" I give him some advil and water. And then I get "THIS WONT *F..'in* help". But he takes them anyway. Now I don't want to speak with him anymore, I'm tired of blowing up - it get's me no where. And dad, he's oblivious to what's happening, because he is self absorbed in his phone that wont charge.
I want to throw him out... send him to the wolves. I'm fed up. My life is chaos around him. I'm at a shrink, a phsychologist, I'm taking pills. I'm at wits end. End my life - yeah, I want to many times. Hell it would be alot easier than having to face him everyday. Getting pooped on day after day for trying to make someone's life easier. But I can't. He needs medication. How will he get it, how will he'pay for it. Do I let him become a bum on the street. Freaked out on drugs and whatever for the world to poop on. Maybe. But how do I do that. I always wonder - what do their mothers think,... how do their mothers feel. I can't be that kind of mother. Where did I go wrong to have a child like this?
I need to print this off and give this to my doctor - my life is totally consumed by his mistakes, and it's not fair.