Hi @limeMeringue, I just wanted to let you know there IS life after this!
My son is now in his mid twenties. Diagnosed with ASD, ADHD, ODD and is also PDA. An utterly vile combination.
He's always been hard work, but things got so much worse when he got to 16/17. His attitude was I'm an adult, you'll treat me like one. Mine was if you behave like a toddler, I'll treat you like one. He could also hold down a part time job, but was completely unable to understand living with other people means you have to contribute to the wellbeing of others in the household. He was incredibly abusive to me, including physically, which to some degree I could cope with, but he was also the same with his siblings.
He managed to go to college, where he received a lot of extra help, and scraped through somehow. Then he got accepted to do an access course at uni to study law. During this he moved his girlfriend in one day whilst I was out, and tbh I couldn't bear the thought of how he'd react if I kicked her out, so she lived here for almost a year, at my cost naturally!
The arguments, drinking, property damage through physical tantrums etc were horrific. We had a real ding dong one day, when I told him what I thought of him. Not kind, I know, but I believe it was probably building for years. We didn't speak for 6 months. I told him he had to move out.
So of course I was being unreasonable. We had tantrums and histrionics. By this point I was disabled, and couldn't support them anymore, so I laid it out and said you pay X amount per month or go. By chance he looked at uni accommodation, and they had one couples room available, which they took.
3 years later, they have their own little house, they're both in the final years of their degrees and doing well. Son has excelled, and is on track to get a first.
We now have a very open, close and loving relationship, and no-one is more surprised than me. I get invited regularly for dinner, or he will come and cook for me.
He told me thank you. He needed to grow up and realise what life was all about, and he thinks he would have destroyed himself and our family had he been allowed to stay. It did take a few months after he moved for him to contact me, but I just waited until he was ready. I also had someone from the uni who kindly let me know he was OK.
He now is anal about cleaning his house, a damn good cook, manages his money, even has savings and also has an almost full time job alongside his degree.
It's been such a long road (as is this post, sorry!), but I'd do it all again knowing how things have worked out.
Wishing you and your family the very best 💐