My DS aged 27 has had a shit 2 years, really fucking shit. Illness, redundancy, more illness.
We've had a dreadful week, last night the three of us, DH, Ds and me had a massive chat and melt down. We convinced him I think that his condition is not the end of the world despite being a. Very visual condition. Lots of tears but lots of thrashing out.
This evening he's watching tv in his room and he's actually
Laughed out loud.
It's a lovely sound.