I hope I didn't sound know it all, I didn't mean to. Most of my friends have died. I'm middle aged but was abandoned at 13 and grewup homeless on the street. I have two substance abusing sons, one barely escaped a long prison sentence and the other has wolff parkinson white and grand mal seizures that can kill him by triggering sudden cardiac death, and he continues to abuse. I have to check his room every night to make sure he is not dead, tonight was a bad night. He is so young and beautiful not to care and I swore that when he reached 18 I was going to turn him out on his own, but when I did, he went through all his money on crack in three days and was having miniseizures when I found him. What could I do but bring him home. He begged me to.
You're right about the blood thing. I was abandoned by my parents for something beyond my control, I never did the things my sons do. To care so little. I give you a lot of credit for finding a way to hang in there but keep your own sanity. I'm struggling but am getting to the point where if he screams and yells for me not to call an ambulance or take him to the doctor, I just don't, unless he goes completely out or something. I need to break free, as my youngest son is really draining me of my social security and not pulling his weight. If they don't care, how can we? I give you a lot of credit for being there, it's more than my parents ever were for me. They wouldn't even visit me during interferon therapy though my husband and I pleaded with them to, even though they didn't know if I would live through my acute infection. Sometimes I wish I could not care like they did, just turn my back, but they have turned there backs on my sons and I'm all my sons have as far as family that would take them in or take care of them. You sound like a really good mom.
I think Keith Richards may have acheived zombie status by now. I get scared watching Days, they just never age.