Saturday, June 23, 2018


I can't tell you how exhausting it is to have your 25-year-old, brilliant son living in your basement, sleeping until noon, bathing occasionally, not working, not looking for work, too old to force to see a doctor, to smart to fall for empty ultimatums. I'm tired of advice. If the stuff that works for neurotypical children worked for him, he would be fine - because we've tried all that. He needs counselling. He needs to understand his own wiring. I need to time-travel to the future, just for a minute, to see if this all works out. Does he, one day, gain some insight and pull himself out of this rut he's dug for himself? Do I even want to know?


  1. Oh, this is difficult to read, so I can't imagine how difficult it is to be living it. And that last question...

  2. I had a coworker with three sons; two were moderately capable adults and the other sounds a bit like your son. I worked with her for 3 years before I knew she had a third son, only mentioning him when I said I was starting my masters in special education.

    Another friend has a brilliant, not neurotypical, son who dropped out of high school, managed to get into college, dropped out of college, then became a dance instructor part time while still living with her and throwing periodic rages in the kitchen. She lives in fear of him.

    I think we need an anti facebook indeed.

  3. That is tough, as Helen said. Wishing you all well.

  4. I have a friend in Idaho in a very similar situation. This is so hard and what does one do? Thinking of you.


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