Oldest DS, late 20s, has been homeless unless recently, for a long time. We lost contact when he walked out and from then on did everything we could to find him, to support him (wherever he was) and we always held out hope that he'd come home. During his long absence from us, he moved all over the country and, because of MH difficulties, was hospitalised.
DS was not good to younger siblings growing up and they, sadly but understandably, don't really miss him. DS came back into our lives some months ago - quite by chance.
To jump forward to now - we finally found DS somewhere to stay. A hostel which provides some support and hope for longer term prospects. He's physically and mentally fragile and very vulnerable. Hasn't any fight in him - has difficulty walking and communicating after years of rough sleeping.
Tonight, after only a few nights in this place, we got a call to say that he wasn't there. I am so tired - tired of the years of looking for him - tired of the months of struggling to find him health care and accommodation when he was never in one place at a time. Of forking out for hotels when we have very little money, of buying clothes and mobile phones for DS to find that he's sold or discarded them, Tired of nights recently spent with him in hospital when he was told that any more nights on the street and he might die. Hence the discharge to where he is now. Tired of nights awake, anxious and crying.
Have to be up for work in the morning. DH too - but he's gone off to try to find DS in one of his old haunts and do all he can to get him back to the hostel.
DS, after such a peripatetic lifestyle, finds it so hard to be in a community, abide by rules (which aren't that strict) and to communicate what he wants to anyone.
Just when I thought we'd turned the corner - getting health services involved, a roof over his head, food inside him and sleep - he was completely exhausted - this happens. Waiting with my phone. Dreading a call from DH to say that he can't find him.
AIBU to think that DS, no matter what his state, should try to spare a tiny thought for his mother who is tired, beyond worried and wondering where, after so many months of trying everything humanely possible to house and support him, she goes next?