I had to get my brother out of my place, too. It was sad, even though circumstances weren’t as hard as they seem for you and your brother.
It’s hard to realize that you tried everything you could think of and did everything right, but they still had to go.
They make their own decisions.
My brother was adamant about his lifestyle. He doubted he was even ill. He insisted on suffering the same torment every day and slowly hurting worse all the time.
I love the dude, but living with me was a prison he voluntarily shackled himself in, and robbed himself of his freedom and sense of security more every day.
It is not a proud day when you have to choose yourself over someone you love. I know.
I also know you made the right choice out of two really terrible options.
As caregivers, we all too often face the truely miserable contradiction of what our morals tell us is right, versus our own survival.
My brother’s disorder would have ruined both of our lives if he had continued to live with me. For a long time, my family and I had to accept that if he disappeared on us, or ended up in prison, that was his own choice. We spent a long time reassuring each other that at least he might have a chance to doubt his own irrational behavior and seek real help if things got bad enough.
We consider ourselves very lucky that the worst has not happened. Because the true responsibility and the choices all fall on him.
I’m really sorry that things turned out this way. But you did not create this situation!
The refusal to make good choices and the refusal to seek treatment is on him. Just like it is for everyone who becomes ill.
We all want the best for you and your family.
Lean on the people closest to you for support, you need it. Lean on us when you want to as well. We will do our best.