Not about Mud Family
In addition to the MUDding I do, I also have a Dungeons and Dragons group over every Saturday night. Long story short, our youngest member (15 y/o) tried to commit suicide last Sunday evening.
His GF went to his house to see what was going on because every time he called her (four times in just a few hours), she said he sounded stranger each time. She arrived to find him cutting himself with a knife. GF invaded his mother's room to wake her and found the woman sitting up in bed ... apparently awake during the time when GF arrived and screamed. "Mother" was too grossed out by the blood and stitches to do more than stand in the emergency room hallway and peek in while GF and GF's mother stood by the boy.
I realize hindsight is 20/20. I'm frustrated with myself for not noticing problem signs that, in retrospect, were so obvious. But it completely behooves me to understand how this woman can live in the house with her son and not have a clue that he's been drinking everyday, skipping school regularly, and generally not doing well.
Her excuses to Husband and me when we visit the hospital have varied from "I just didn't realize" to "I never see him because of my work" ... she works 20 hours per week, btw.
I'm so frustrated with trying to focus on him and be supportive while listening to her lines of ... (fill in the blank) that I've nearly bitten my tongue in two to stop from saying something nasty and destructive to her.
Guess all I can do is be there to help him in any way possible and try to ignore her ridiculous self-centered attitudes.
His GF went to his house to see what was going on because every time he called her (four times in just a few hours), she said he sounded stranger each time. She arrived to find him cutting himself with a knife. GF invaded his mother's room to wake her and found the woman sitting up in bed ... apparently awake during the time when GF arrived and screamed. "Mother" was too grossed out by the blood and stitches to do more than stand in the emergency room hallway and peek in while GF and GF's mother stood by the boy.
I realize hindsight is 20/20. I'm frustrated with myself for not noticing problem signs that, in retrospect, were so obvious. But it completely behooves me to understand how this woman can live in the house with her son and not have a clue that he's been drinking everyday, skipping school regularly, and generally not doing well.
Her excuses to Husband and me when we visit the hospital have varied from "I just didn't realize" to "I never see him because of my work" ... she works 20 hours per week, btw.
I'm so frustrated with trying to focus on him and be supportive while listening to her lines of ... (fill in the blank) that I've nearly bitten my tongue in two to stop from saying something nasty and destructive to her.
Guess all I can do is be there to help him in any way possible and try to ignore her ridiculous self-centered attitudes.