Hello everyone,
My son hurled himself through the first floor window of his homeless hostel two weeks ago. The police arrived before the ambulance. After he was discharged from hospital ; using crutches and with deep , visible lacerations he was moved into a ground floor room of a different homeless hostel two miles out from the city centre – for his safety. He was last seen begging outside in this terrible condition.
I spoke to his “ support worker “ who said “ If it was up to me I would give them ( addicts ) ECT”
One of the medical personal involved with his treatment at the hospital said “hopefully he won’t make it and then he will be out of his situation” – not realising I was his mother. ( I work in a hospital )
The people who are paid to help and support don’t want to. I’m not saying they don’t care, seems like they have stopped caring.
Could they have become as jaded as I am?
My predicament is that I can no longer bear to see my son right now. His pain hurts me too much. I don’t take drugs or use alcohol and prescription drugs have only made me more anxious and do not help with the panic attacks, so I stopped taking those years ago.
I was in the supermarket yesterday , a visual of my son came into my head and I collapsed. No warning. Down I went. My glasses landed about 10 feet away, the contents of my bag scattered all over the shop floor. Within seconds I was surrounded, people even had their phones out filming my distress. The shop staff did a little check on me. I left , shocked , embarrassed , in one piece.
I’m not OK. I have no strength. Another wasted day in bed.
I’m so sorry this is happening to all of our children and to us.
Yet: The dealers keep dealing.
Thank you all for sharing your stories here.
Love Ivy x