Hi Joanie/everyone
I’m sorry to hear you are still going through it..but it sounds like your son is taking baby steps and slowly getting well. I think you are most likely on your way to burnout with all the stress – and that’s why you are experiencing the palpitations.
It’s very hard when you live with them and can only get a away for a few hours and have to come back to ‘it’ again. It causes a great deal of paranoia and distrust and really makes you physically ill. My son is just 23 and still doing Ket – he’s living with me but I can’t find anything to challenge him with it. I just ‘know’ – I scour his room when he goes out but cant find anything. He just has a constantly bunged up nose. He said he’s damaged his nasal tissue from previous use but I don’t believe a word. He’s destroyed a mothers love, a mothers trust, a mothers bond, in ways he cant even begin to imagine. I go to work and avoid all my friends because I dont want to talk about him – so slowly becoming more isolated.
Februarymarie – I get the capitalistic comment – if he went to university a lot of students are taking the viewpoint that capitalism is at the root of mental ill health and has been for generations. Putting food on the table, paying bills keeping a job down. They all find it stressful especially with cost of living and house prices – so I’m kind of on their side with that. On a final note I work in education and there seems to be an epidemic of boys with ADHD/AUTISM/OCD. It’s quite frightening because they are not going to cope in the real world and this is when the problems start. Uni/partying/drug taking etc.
Love to you all.
I found this little poem from WW2 era (although we are not gone yet!) that encapsulates us little ladies:
The Tired Woman’s Epitaph
Here lies a poor woman who was always tired;
She lived in a house where help was not hired.
Her last words on earth were: “Dear friends, I am going
Where washing ain’t done, nor sweeping, nor sewing:
But everything there is exact to my wishes;
For where they don’t eat there’s no washing of dishes…
Don’t mourn for me now; don’t mourn for me never –
I’m going to do nothing for ever and ever.
I think women have always had it rough…