Sometimes I wonder if I am helping, enabling, or standing in the way.
My son is now 21. He is compliant with treatment, but I do not see him making progress in a way that will lead to a productive and independent life. Sometimes we go along with situations because it is easier to after years of struggle and attention. I’m working on forgiving myself that as I learn the toll to my own health of years of caring first for his father and then both of them while working and launching the sister.
I keep the fact that I cannot work on his wellness at any greater pace than he is willing to work on his wellness tucked away to remind myself to back off, gather and let go of what I cannot control.
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