I split up with my DS (23) and DD (22) dad because I discovered he not only had mental health issues, he also stole money from me and gambled it away, and caused so much financial hardship when our children were quite young, and put so much strain onto me that I became physically ill and ended up in hospital. My adult son dropped out of school, then tried college but couldn't cope with that either, because he was bullied due to his weight in both places (he has an under active thyroid) and he started having panic attacks. He self neglects and can do nothing for himself at 23 years old, although he can game and talk to his online friends. I tried to help him to get psychological help but he didn't keep up with it. My 22 year old daughter was date raped when drunk by a "friend" and didn't tell anyone for quite a while. I had no idea what was going on but she self harmed by cutting her legs and stomach with a kitchen knife. She eventually told me about this, and is now receiving counselling with my help, but she seems to be about to drop out of her final year of uni. Both DS and DD live at home. My son has no income and can't do what he needs to do to obtain benefits. My daughter currently contributes some to the household, but I can already tell she will not be able to step up and get a job if she drops out of uni. She also is able to game all day and talk to online friends.
I try to be super supportive to both, I am trying to be even tempered and caring while making it clear I am about to become unable to pay for food due to the price of everything going up. My earnings barely cover the household bills. If I say too much both DS and DD have panic attacks and become suicidal, saying they are horrible people and don't deserve to live, so I feel controlled. I have pushed for promotion at work to get more money and succeeded, but I am so mentally tired after a day's work and I can't even afford to get my hair cut so I am presentable for meetings and I have to buy my clothes from second hand shops. I'm at my wit's end, I feel ill, and I don't know what to do. I am a strong person, but please try to imagine my position. I love these two human beings, they mean the world to me and I can't bear the thought of them feeling hurt or in pain, but I feel they don't feel the same about me as they are putting so much weight onto my shoulders, much the same as their dad did.