cocolepew, how sad and frightening At least I don't have any immediate worries he's in danger, just he's in such mental distress, and for so long.
The doctor was wonderful, very sympathetic, reall listened to him (he did 95% of the talking, I just filled in a couple of details that he couldn't, like when mil died).
He has given us a list of (psycho) thereapists, which I will call on Monday, and also a family advice centre, where we're likely to be able to get an appointment much quicker
He also gave us a priscriptoion for helping him sleep - I haven't collected it yet, so will make a discision on if I'll give it at all or how often when I see exactly what it is.
hobgoblin, that was really useful tip about not focussing on the positives, as one of the things he was saying was he can't see how his life could get better, as he is doing well at school, has lovely parents, 2 brothers a lovely baby sister, a nice house, loads of toys etc etc, and yet he still feels so bad
Anyway, I hadn't thought of taking him to the doctor, and possibly wouldn't have, but for all you people who said it, so thank you. I am so lucky I only had to wait a couple of hours for the appointment, and feel much calmer now we have the ball rolling.
Anyone give me a couple of tips -
It's really noticable how he keeps saying sorry all the time about everything, mostly stuff he's not responsible for or just normal, almost irrelevant stuff. Give the impression he is wound up so tightly. DO I just ignore it, (kindly) tell him to stop apologising?
Also, eg last night, he had stopped weeping, but then had had a bit of fun with his brother, running around laughing, then he went really sullen, wouldn't talk. I find the sullen grumpiness really tough to be with. Almost feel like telling him to stop it/cheer up/ snap out of it, I must say, he does tend to be a bit of a wallower. His 2 brothers were running round having fun, he was just sitting being sullen. He'd been sitting round all day, so I also wanted him to have a bit of fun and exercise. Wh had to insist he go and play, and when he did, lo and behold, after 3 attempts at forcing him to play, he was running around shrieking laughing and having a great time and didn't want to stop when it was time to go. In hindsight I think it was the right thing to do, but at the time, it's hard to know how to deal with the dark mood, so I'd appreciate any tips there.
Thank you so much for being such a reassuring and helpful wealth of information. Cannot say how much I appreciate having mn about when I'm all on my own dealing with such difficult stuff