Sorry, life has been a bit of a train wreck with mine and my middle son’s health, so haven’t been able to come back.
Noef, he’s on 125 mg, but has had a massive relapse over his 3 week Easter holiday, because we’ve had no choice but to decorate a room in our house. (Thanks to the dog no longer being able to be vaccinated or go to kennels, which means we have had to book a dog-sitter for a forthcoming event and we had nowhere for her to sleep.). His Psych had just been to a psychopharmacology conference when we last saw her and she said that confirmed her understanding that the best dose for OCD is the highest dose that can be tolerated with no side effects, so I suspect it will go up again next time we see her.
The Easter holidays have been hell. He’s frantically googling hazards in old wallpaper and paint (already had huge obsessions around lead in paintwork, even though he knows there is none in this house, because it’s been in my family long enough for us to have the facts) and freaking himself out, convinced he’s been exposed to all sorts of nasties. I am sleeping in the room that has had the walls stripped down ready for papering, but apparently he’s the one in grave danger.
Today has been the absolute worst, we’ve had three massive shouting matches, plus lots of tears and self-loathing. I am really not well myself and I just don’t have the strength to be dealing with this right now. When he starts up late at night or in the middle of the night I am not capable of going through the long-winded flow-chart process his therapist wants us to do, assessing percentage likelihoods of the reality of danger to his health, etc. I just want him to stop, so I can get some rest and I end up shouting because he rants over everything I say.
I would say we’re right back to square one at the moment, as bad as he was seven months ago, despite the meds and 7 months working with both a psychiatrist and a psychologist who specialise in ASD/OCD together.
It feels worse somehow, having ‘had him back’ for a while, then lose him to the OCD again. I know he always struggles with holidays, but he refuses to help himself. Both therapists told him not to spend hours every day in his room on his computer, as it would be highly detrimental to his state of mind. Yet, despite us repeatedly saying the same and his brother and sister inviting him to watch films and do things with them, he has chosen to do it anyway, with the end result of him getting stuck on circular anxieties and him getting more and more depressed.
He says none of it is his fault, it’s ours for having the sheer audacious recklessness to decorate our bedroom for the first time since we moved in 16 years ago!
How do you help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves? He doesn’t do his college work, gets behind, gets anxious about it, gets in a state, then has to be bailed out. We decided to stop bailing him out, as he never has any negative consequences for not doing his work. Now college seem to have taken up the mantle though, so there are still never any consequences for him choosing not to engage or try. So many people are there to support and encourage him, he has my husband and I, his brother, his grandparents, the head of sixth form, his mentor and the TA’s, plus both therapists coming up with plans and working out ways to help him, but he still does absolutely nothing. He will agree to anything, then not do it. Make every promise under the sun, but never follow through. He seems to think he is entitled to have everyone else running around after him while he sits around doing sod all! Then when it all goes wrong, we get all the self-loathing, sobbing, I’m stupid/ugly/a waste of space etc. He sets himself up to fail, then hates himself when the inevitable happens.
He was 17 two weeks ago and it’s like having a giant, spoiled toddler in the house - only one that can google and tell you everything you say is wrong and he can prove it.
I am not proud of some of the things I’ve said to him today. They were unhelpful and came from a place of anger and exhaustion and I know he will internalise them and then throw them back at me - probably in front of his therapists. I hate this, I try so hard, then reach the end of my rope and end up being angry with both myself and him.