I do not quite no where to post, but this situation does involve my adult sons, so I will start here.
My son, 21, has an eating disorder. It is one of a cluster of mental illnesses that he has. Indeed, his mental health has been bad since he was 13.
The ED is complex, a mixture or bulimia, over-exercising restricting and self induced vomiting. He has lost weight, but is still, just within the normal range for his age and height.
However, he will not accept help. I have his consent to call the GP, but my son refuses to attend the surgery, and when the GP calls, he will speak openly about his MH, but then refuses to see the GP or take any follow up calls. Yesterday, I had gone out, and he had dragged several bin bags in to look for food I had thrown away a couple of days ago.
He has other issues too. He talks of having graphic thoughts of hurting people or of hurting himself and he says these thoughts are accompanied by happy music and seem like videos playing in his mind. He has talked about these thoughts to the GP on the phone, but refused the follow up appointment.
My problem is that the GPs say there is nothing they can do if my son will not cooperate. We had intervention and support for him when he could not attend school due to his anxiety disorder, but since he left school (with no qualifications), there has been no real support. I have been given the number for the crisis team if I feel things have reached a head, but advised that I may be better off calling the police if I need help urgently because the crisis team is overwhelmed and understaffed.
He does not work, is socially isolated and his father and brother have autism and serious mental illness, so they cannot really help. His brother lives in supported accommodation, and his father lodges with a friend, and is now working with a support team to find more appropriate accommodation. We are still married.
I suppose, I just need to vent. I work from home, and it can be difficult when my son is battling with his disorder (e.g. curled up on the floor trying to decide whether to go on a thirty mile bike ride, or spend the day eating and vomiting), or leaving the house to find every item of food gone, and fearing what the final outcome will be.
Anyway, that's the rant over.