Hi Twink
And everyone else posting here
I can in here today to check on this thread - and it's a very important thread
I am wondering about people growning out ot their bad behaviour - around 50 - okay - that might work - but let me know
What I do know is that death has not taken the ugly past away from me.
Sure - I am not going to get a phone call or an unexpected visit from the police.
That is such fun - yeah?
But at odd times when there is no one around and it is quiet - sometimes I dream - at night - and wake to a memory so bad it tears me apart and I am back over twenty years ago in a nightmare that is always hiding when I am about my ordinary life
My parents could not handle this - and I often feel what ever the trouble was they turned away trying to force my then-hushand into being a father-figure he could not be and the whole lot down-loaded on me
And my neighbours were such experts!!
And the teachers - even better - wow
They told me I had to do something but they never told me what it was.
The heasdmaster told me the only thing to do was to have him made a ward of the State - which is was - but Community Services plagued us continually to have him home for visits and holidays and own lives were constantly disrupted.
I learned where to go to find the ragged people under bridges and piers. They listened. They understood. They knew him. They told me the truth and they never judged me in my presence.
What brings me this afternoon? - only this.
I can still feel how cold he was - and see how still he was - and there was no life.
I thought it was over - but it never will be.
I might be okay for a week - a month - then I catch up with my water works - crying the same amount of tears in x amount of time - plus extras - on one day.
He was an adopted child and I committed to him and I did what I could -
I never let go though I had to practise Tough Love.
I often drove all over the city at night to rescue him - once nearly all the way to the nearest provincial city - and brought him home - only to have him leave before anyone was up in the morning.
Why?
I don't know - I suppose I thought I was letting his birth mother down.
It must have been terrible when she found out - as she did.
I can't help anyone. Sometimes I can't help myself.
But I dream of him and wake and cannot remember where he is - and I remember easily I already have great grand children.
I know where every single person is even in my deepest sleep
But when I dream of him - I am lost in a time-warp. I have been dreaming of something good or bad that happened around 30 more or less years ago.
If I wake from a dream about my daughter she has her family around her and I am smiling.
But dreams of the lost, trouble naughty boy and indelible and awful.
I do not usually bare my heart like this - and I suppose I am say that I read these boards every so often and usually leave a message.
And I don't really know why because I can help anyone.
But I will never judge you. I won't ask unless you tell me. You can trust me not to tell other people.
All I can tell you is that over 21 years ago when my then-husband told he had taken his life in Juvenile Detention - my first thought was "It's over"
No such luck - I was his mother and this broke my heart - and it seems to have stopped.
But it will never be over - for as tough as I was with Tough Love - I still love him - and that's tough love indeed
But in reality - I am okay - most of the time
But in truth - I am who I am now because of him - and I would not change that.
For as hard as all this has been - this is my life and this is who I am and although I do not post often - I am one of you.
I think that even in death - there is a truth here in this group that makes it okay for me to be here
When I get into groups of bereaved parents - it was all about the beautiful child and this is a sorta secret I have to keep there - they couldn't take it - they couldn't understand.
Except for some of those bereaved by suicide - they know - some of them
As I do - as you do - that this is complex -
So - do the best you can. Don't let them take advantage of your good humour, your good days or your rights as a human being to have better treatment
Because I did what I could and what I couldn't do I didn't and I feel okay about myself in all of this.
But in truth - I am the only person in the family older than him that can say this
They never lived through it - they renegged on both of us - now that's just plain bad
So we are misunderstood
But we understand each other - I think
Sparky