Mitzi
07-18-2002, 01:08 PM
Our son, as many of you know, can not drive because of seizures he has due to a benign brain tumor he had removed when he was 14. He has had 2 brain surgeries, one to remove the tunor and one to try to remove the seizure activity, which was unsucessful.
Hell on earth is living with a teenager that is not allowed to drive. There were days I had to leave the house and just walk and walk and walk because he simply would not shut up about it. He WAS going to drive and that was it. There were times he stole the car keys and would take off. We had to hide the keys but he had one hid too. SO, whenever we went anywhere, we had to disable the other car. No problem....His friends would let him drive theirs. So, we had to call parents. Our son hated us and we hated him right back. It was H*LL.
Now, he's 25 and still can not drive. And he blames me. He says, "You were always there, Mom, always telling the drs it was unsafe for me to drive and I still can't drive and I hate you for it."
I thought by age 25, he'd be more accepting of this. He seemed to be doing that. Now we are back on 16 year old level. He said, "Mom, PLEASE just let me drive to Wal-Mart and back....Just ONE time." I couldn't believe it. I told him, "You KNOW I can't do that. I'm SORRY you got sick, David, but I am not allowing you to take my car." I went into my our bedroom and shut the door. He simply can not understand the stress this causes. Then BAM! A book hit the door. He had gotten so mad he had actully thrown a book at the door...but the door really was me in his eyes.
I came out and said, "Pick it up". He refused. I said, "PICK IT UP". Again, he refused. So, I just grabbed my keys and left the house and drove to the park and sat there hitting the steering wheel. After about an hour, I came home just as my husband was getting home. He could tell I was upset and he knew why. It's usually the only reason I get upset.
We walked in and our son was watching TV. My son saw the book and the hole in the door. He turned he TV off and said, "Pick the book up". Our son was asahmed by then and did so. Then, my husband said, "Come with me" They were gone for awhile and came back....with a new door my H made our son buy AND hang.
Then he told him, "One more time, son, ONE MORE TIME and you ARE out of here. I don't care if you have to live on the streets." Our son counterd that all would be well if I had just not seen to it he couldn't drive. But, my H was too smart to be drawn into that argument again. He just said, "You can not drive and you WILL not abuse your mother. This is your last warning. We have been there for you through this whole thing and your Mother's health is suffering because of the baby way you act because you don't get your way." Our son went to open his mouth and my H just said, "LAST WARNING. I MEAN IT." And he went into his office. And my son knows he DOES mean it.
So, he's looking for apartments near bus stops. He's 25 and needs to be out of here. We have done all we can and so have the drs. Time for him to grow up. Actually, the dr wants him to stay here a "few more months" to see how the new experimental drug works but I told the dr, no. We re all getting to where we hate each other. He needs to be out of our house.
So, wish us luck. I feel so mean but I just want peace, peace for the first time in 12 years.
Hell on earth is living with a teenager that is not allowed to drive. There were days I had to leave the house and just walk and walk and walk because he simply would not shut up about it. He WAS going to drive and that was it. There were times he stole the car keys and would take off. We had to hide the keys but he had one hid too. SO, whenever we went anywhere, we had to disable the other car. No problem....His friends would let him drive theirs. So, we had to call parents. Our son hated us and we hated him right back. It was H*LL.
Now, he's 25 and still can not drive. And he blames me. He says, "You were always there, Mom, always telling the drs it was unsafe for me to drive and I still can't drive and I hate you for it."
I thought by age 25, he'd be more accepting of this. He seemed to be doing that. Now we are back on 16 year old level. He said, "Mom, PLEASE just let me drive to Wal-Mart and back....Just ONE time." I couldn't believe it. I told him, "You KNOW I can't do that. I'm SORRY you got sick, David, but I am not allowing you to take my car." I went into my our bedroom and shut the door. He simply can not understand the stress this causes. Then BAM! A book hit the door. He had gotten so mad he had actully thrown a book at the door...but the door really was me in his eyes.
I came out and said, "Pick it up". He refused. I said, "PICK IT UP". Again, he refused. So, I just grabbed my keys and left the house and drove to the park and sat there hitting the steering wheel. After about an hour, I came home just as my husband was getting home. He could tell I was upset and he knew why. It's usually the only reason I get upset.
We walked in and our son was watching TV. My son saw the book and the hole in the door. He turned he TV off and said, "Pick the book up". Our son was asahmed by then and did so. Then, my husband said, "Come with me" They were gone for awhile and came back....with a new door my H made our son buy AND hang.
Then he told him, "One more time, son, ONE MORE TIME and you ARE out of here. I don't care if you have to live on the streets." Our son counterd that all would be well if I had just not seen to it he couldn't drive. But, my H was too smart to be drawn into that argument again. He just said, "You can not drive and you WILL not abuse your mother. This is your last warning. We have been there for you through this whole thing and your Mother's health is suffering because of the baby way you act because you don't get your way." Our son went to open his mouth and my H just said, "LAST WARNING. I MEAN IT." And he went into his office. And my son knows he DOES mean it.
So, he's looking for apartments near bus stops. He's 25 and needs to be out of here. We have done all we can and so have the drs. Time for him to grow up. Actually, the dr wants him to stay here a "few more months" to see how the new experimental drug works but I told the dr, no. We re all getting to where we hate each other. He needs to be out of our house.
So, wish us luck. I feel so mean but I just want peace, peace for the first time in 12 years.