Haven’t been on the thread for a while but DS is from the same years. Cancelled GCSEs, lost his way a little, had a gap year to have an op on his shoulder, work and to recover from a series of family events that would have most experienced adults shaking in a corner.
He breezed through his first year at uni. Unfortunately during his first term my DSis, his aunt , was diagnosed with terminal cancer, very out of the blue. We thought he’d handled it well but he spiralled down and by the beginning of his second year was struggling.
Although he reassures me that he wasn’t suicidal, he rang me up at the beginning of November and admitted he couldn’t bring himself to leave his flat. His exact comment was “I don’t want to be here”. He wasn’t referring to uni or his flat. I asked if he wanted to come home and after a chat with Wellbeing at uni, he decided to stay and try and sort himself out. He said that coming home wasn’t going to change anything and he needed to work on his mental health.
He could have suspended his course but wanted to have the option to catch up if he sorted himself out. He has sorted out his mental health but will fail the year. Hopefully, as a result of reaching out to his tutor and explaining the background, they will let him continue.
He was such a happy go lucky teenager. Focussed, high achieving and motivated. Two weeks before he started 6th form I was diagnosed with breast cancer, just as I was finishing treatment my DH had a serious stroke, DS witnessed it and went through the stress of wondering whether he’d recover. It was still covid rules and we weren’t allow to see him while he was in hospital. It didn’t help that his grandfather had had a catastrophic stroke 10mnths earlier so neither of us was optimistic about the outcome. DH made a good recovery but is not the same.DS had had to become the “man of the house”. Then my FIL died ( DS grandfather after 18mnths of being bed-bound and unable to talk ( the result of the stroke).
DS then sustained a shoulder injury that pretty much ended his rugby playing. He persevered but couldn’t play to the level he was capable of. After surgery he was tentative about playing again, he did return but still struggles with his shoulder. He wanted to play for uni but it just wasn’t on the cards. Then we were hit by the news about my DSis.
DS referred to the last 4 yrs as one “adrenaline bomb” after another and admitted that he was drinking too much because it helped him block out the constant fear of what was coming next.
He has worked hard on getting his fitness back. Has played rugby regularly with his local home team and has been enjoying some hill walking with his house mates. They are party animals that enjoy a view.
He was very low at Christmas and very irritable. By Easter we saw a return of our happier DS. And he has been at home this week while working for a friends dad to earn some money for a road trip he’s taking with a couple of friends next month.
All of his friends seem to have had mental health problems. If you met them you wouldn’t expect it of them. They are a friendly chatty bunch who, on the surface seem to have everything going for them. But I think the pandemic had a lasting effect on their social development and particularly their trust in the academic system.
It would be very easy to lose patience with DS. He’s bright and capable but seems to be stuck on pause this year. As a family we’ve all struggled but maybe in my own grief I missed the signs that everything was going wrong for DS. I thought that because he’d coped so well with everything that he was OK.
I am pleased that he didn’t come home but decided to sort out his demons with the support of his friends. They have been fantastic and have spoken candidly about their concerns. It’s as a result of their reassurance that I haven’t insisted that he came home.
At one point I’d convinced myself that he had undiagnosed ADHD because of his reluctance to start anything but I now realise that it was more likely to be depression. I realise that my behaviour over the last 18 mnths has been the same. Post bereavement hopelessness and total lack of motivation to live life.
I now realise that lack of motivation and idleness is often the result of the fear and hopelessness we go through after a bereavement. Basically you can’t be bothered and it is paralysing at times.