My son is eight years old. I adopted him when he was 3. He was my
foster child. He is beautiful and bright, funny. I adore him and I am
so thankful to have him in my life but I am very worried about his
future. I feel like I have to make sure to take care of him perfectly
or he may end up.... not ok. My son hears voices and sees people. They
are frightning and intrusive....they shout commands to him and he
hates them so much. Sometimes when we are having a bad day and I tuck
him into bed he looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes and he
says, "Mom, I am sorry you got stuck with me for a son, I wish you had
a son that did'nt hear voices." I just cry myself to sleep and
ask, "why, why am I in the place that I am in. Why have I been asked
to watch this beautiful soul suffer and not be able to help him." I
have done all the things many doctors and specialist have told
me...and I don't know how well that has worked for him. If you could
see him right now, laying beside me in my bed while I type...he looks
so peaceful....so......safe. Anyway, that is the road I have been on
that has brought me to start this group. I look forward to hearing
from you.