naughtoj
Cathlete
I had to post. I am just beside myself today.
I am feeling so down. My brother showed up yesterday at my sisters house, dirty and exhausted. He has been walking the streets in some drug induced binge. He thinks the cops are following him. We found out he doesn't have a job anymore. He moved to another town after my father died in May. We thought he was "getting things together" but apparantly he has just spiraled out of control. Like his previous heroin addiction, methamphetamine has taken control of him. I don't even know him anymore. It is so hard for me to watch. I don't know what to do. He basically had nowhere to go lastnight, nowhere to sleep. My sister gave him a shower, which is more than I know she should have done. I contemplated letting him stay with me for one night but I knew that was no good. Not only is that enabling but my husband can't have that in his house. Who knows what he is into, what he is doing. He looks sick. His eyes were so bloodshot they looked like tomatoes. He may have some sort of infection. It has gotten so bad now that I think he needs to be tested for HIV. Apparantly he got a DUI in the last few months too. Three strikes and he is out. He said they "decided not to press charges"..like that makes any sense....but once they find out he has past DUI's he will go to prison. Just like my Dad, for two and a half years. So sad. It is history repeating itself, and the cycle continues...
Really, I am just very sad. I see this being a lifelong fight. I hadn't seen him at all since my Dad's funeral and it just broke my heart to see him yesterday. I am crying writing this. To make matters worse, we told my Dad in his dying moments that we would take care of him. I truly believe that means NOT helping him but I wonder what my father would want, what would he want me to do??
I know some of you have experience with this. How do you deal with it? How do you detach? I just don't even know what to do to help him. I told him yesterday that we all love him and are concerned. Tried to get him to take a look at himself, but obviously it didn't work, he was high. He is in major denial, trying to defend his drug use as "recreational" still and saying that he could stop anytime. (sigh). He told me I just didn't understand drugs because I have never used them. I told him I will never understand, you will never convince me drugs are OK or good, PERIOD, so stop trying. Told him not to come to me for help unless he is willing to get help. Regarding his paranoia, I told him I will never believe him until he is totally clean, that I feel with the drugs in his system his mind is not working right. In otherwords, I don't buy into his crap. I see it for what it is and that is what makes me sad. My family gets mad at me sometimes for that attitude, acting like I am selfish and unwilling to "help out" but what else can you do? My brother offered to fix my brakes today (ha ha, how stupid is that, under the circumstances). He wants to do something nice, make everything OK. I am supposed to go to my sisters to see him. I think I'll make some excuse and get out of it. Isn't that the best thing to do?? It was always hard to see him like this, but now more than ever. Maybe because my father's death is still so fresh in my mind.
Sorry so long. Just needed to get it out. Once again, I feel helpless and powerless. :-(
I am feeling so down. My brother showed up yesterday at my sisters house, dirty and exhausted. He has been walking the streets in some drug induced binge. He thinks the cops are following him. We found out he doesn't have a job anymore. He moved to another town after my father died in May. We thought he was "getting things together" but apparantly he has just spiraled out of control. Like his previous heroin addiction, methamphetamine has taken control of him. I don't even know him anymore. It is so hard for me to watch. I don't know what to do. He basically had nowhere to go lastnight, nowhere to sleep. My sister gave him a shower, which is more than I know she should have done. I contemplated letting him stay with me for one night but I knew that was no good. Not only is that enabling but my husband can't have that in his house. Who knows what he is into, what he is doing. He looks sick. His eyes were so bloodshot they looked like tomatoes. He may have some sort of infection. It has gotten so bad now that I think he needs to be tested for HIV. Apparantly he got a DUI in the last few months too. Three strikes and he is out. He said they "decided not to press charges"..like that makes any sense....but once they find out he has past DUI's he will go to prison. Just like my Dad, for two and a half years. So sad. It is history repeating itself, and the cycle continues...
Really, I am just very sad. I see this being a lifelong fight. I hadn't seen him at all since my Dad's funeral and it just broke my heart to see him yesterday. I am crying writing this. To make matters worse, we told my Dad in his dying moments that we would take care of him. I truly believe that means NOT helping him but I wonder what my father would want, what would he want me to do??
I know some of you have experience with this. How do you deal with it? How do you detach? I just don't even know what to do to help him. I told him yesterday that we all love him and are concerned. Tried to get him to take a look at himself, but obviously it didn't work, he was high. He is in major denial, trying to defend his drug use as "recreational" still and saying that he could stop anytime. (sigh). He told me I just didn't understand drugs because I have never used them. I told him I will never understand, you will never convince me drugs are OK or good, PERIOD, so stop trying. Told him not to come to me for help unless he is willing to get help. Regarding his paranoia, I told him I will never believe him until he is totally clean, that I feel with the drugs in his system his mind is not working right. In otherwords, I don't buy into his crap. I see it for what it is and that is what makes me sad. My family gets mad at me sometimes for that attitude, acting like I am selfish and unwilling to "help out" but what else can you do? My brother offered to fix my brakes today (ha ha, how stupid is that, under the circumstances). He wants to do something nice, make everything OK. I am supposed to go to my sisters to see him. I think I'll make some excuse and get out of it. Isn't that the best thing to do?? It was always hard to see him like this, but now more than ever. Maybe because my father's death is still so fresh in my mind.
Sorry so long. Just needed to get it out. Once again, I feel helpless and powerless. :-(