This is going to be a downer post.
I really don’t know what happened, but my son lost it yesterday. He broke a window, tore down a door, smashed all the drawers of a dresser, and kicked in the front of the oven.
I was having a pleasant Sunday, and then he sent a text asking me to come over to clean up broken glass. I did head over. On my way, he ranted to me on the phone for part of the trip. After I got there and cleaned up the glass, he was clearly still very agitated. Nothing new in what he was saying, but he was not coming down. I stayed until he took his meds, and then left. I got some further text messages, including that he had broken the door.
I went over at noon today, and indeed, he had destroyed the door and the dresser. I want to not be angry, knowing it is the illness, but it just makes my heart sick, and I DO feel angry that he will do such senseless destruction. From what he says, I think he thinks it is a way to gain respect from “them”.
I will give it a bit more time to see if he comes down off of this. He does have some Ativan, but hasn’t taken any.
I don’t know if I will clean up the mess in his room or just let it be in his way. I swept up splinters from the door on the floor outside the bedroom.
A scene I’m sure many of you can relate to. The door on the floor belongs in the doorway I am looking thru.