Post by Dr. T is an alien on Dec 19, 2014 12:28:42 GMT -5
I know many of you don't care for these threads (but if that is so, why did you click on it?), but I thought I would give a small update on our situation after a brief recap.
After all the troubles that my stepson had caused us (he has serious mental and substance abuse issues), he forced us to have the cops check him into the hospital. Once they no longer could legally force him to stay, he left and was homeless for a short spell. On the day of the first snow of the season he contacted us and I put him up in a hotel for a couple of days, after which we had made plans to "help" him pay for an apartment in town (knowing full well that he would not wind up paying for it but not wanting him in our house anymore).
Fortunately, an alternate plan presented itself. His grandmother on his father's side came by and offered to let him live with her, provided he worked at her workplace with her and she basically could babysit him during most of her waking hours. He agreed, which kept me from having to cosign a lease for him.
He did not stick around, however. He worked for 3-4 weeks, took all of his paychecks, and on Black Friday left his grandmother's telling her that he would be dead soon. I believe that his intent was to go out in style and die by overdose surrounded by drugs and hookers (I still have him on my cell phone plan so I could see that he had called some hookers that day). He then went incommunicado, refusing to answer or respond to any calls or texts. We assumed that what would eventually happen is that either A) he would finally manage to get that "accidental" overdose death he was shooting for, or B) run out of money and either come to our place to ask for money or steal things to sell for money.
Because of possibility B, my wife and I have not been willing to leave either of our other kids by themselves for any stretch of time despite them being relatively responsible 13 and 15 year olds. In fact, on days like today when my wife is out of town for nursing clinicals I will wait until the older kid gets out of school (the youngest is homeschooled for now), pick him up, and take both of them to work with me until my wife gets done with clinicals and picks them up from my lab. We did not want to have the possibility of either of them having to deal with the stepson showing up on a day that both my wife and I were an hour or so away (depending on the traffic at that time of the commute). The stepson had harassed the younger one a time or two when he was by himself trying to get him to let the stepson in the house and had once strong-armed his way past the 15 year old when he got home from school to get into the house once, so we do not trust him to not try that once again, especially as his money runs out.
Well, we got confirmation today that he was still in town. He showed up at my wife's workplace today. The secretary on duty did not buzz him in, particularly since my wife was off today (remember, she is at clinicals today instead). My wife was called by her co-workers about it, so she called him up. For once, he answered. He was pleasant enough, but clearly high as f*** at the time. He said that he is staying with a friend in town, looking for a job (he stopped going in to the job his grandmother got him since I guess earning $600-800 a week was just not good enough for him), and just needed a truck and a trailer to live in and he would be set. In other words, he talked about the same old shit that he has been talking about for the past year.
I don't know if he actually hangs around our neighborhood, but I have felt like for weeks that he does. I have nightmares of finding him in the act of breaking into the house (I did catch him trying that once before when we kicked him out in August. I called the cops on him that time and would do so again, but I still don't want to deal with it.) Every noise outside I assume is caused by him sneaking around trying to steal my stuff. Now that I know for a fact that he still is in town and has no income to speak of, those concerns will only be more intense. I guess I have an idea what people who get stalked feel like now. It f***ing sucks.
After all the troubles that my stepson had caused us (he has serious mental and substance abuse issues), he forced us to have the cops check him into the hospital. Once they no longer could legally force him to stay, he left and was homeless for a short spell. On the day of the first snow of the season he contacted us and I put him up in a hotel for a couple of days, after which we had made plans to "help" him pay for an apartment in town (knowing full well that he would not wind up paying for it but not wanting him in our house anymore).
Fortunately, an alternate plan presented itself. His grandmother on his father's side came by and offered to let him live with her, provided he worked at her workplace with her and she basically could babysit him during most of her waking hours. He agreed, which kept me from having to cosign a lease for him.
He did not stick around, however. He worked for 3-4 weeks, took all of his paychecks, and on Black Friday left his grandmother's telling her that he would be dead soon. I believe that his intent was to go out in style and die by overdose surrounded by drugs and hookers (I still have him on my cell phone plan so I could see that he had called some hookers that day). He then went incommunicado, refusing to answer or respond to any calls or texts. We assumed that what would eventually happen is that either A) he would finally manage to get that "accidental" overdose death he was shooting for, or B) run out of money and either come to our place to ask for money or steal things to sell for money.
Because of possibility B, my wife and I have not been willing to leave either of our other kids by themselves for any stretch of time despite them being relatively responsible 13 and 15 year olds. In fact, on days like today when my wife is out of town for nursing clinicals I will wait until the older kid gets out of school (the youngest is homeschooled for now), pick him up, and take both of them to work with me until my wife gets done with clinicals and picks them up from my lab. We did not want to have the possibility of either of them having to deal with the stepson showing up on a day that both my wife and I were an hour or so away (depending on the traffic at that time of the commute). The stepson had harassed the younger one a time or two when he was by himself trying to get him to let the stepson in the house and had once strong-armed his way past the 15 year old when he got home from school to get into the house once, so we do not trust him to not try that once again, especially as his money runs out.
Well, we got confirmation today that he was still in town. He showed up at my wife's workplace today. The secretary on duty did not buzz him in, particularly since my wife was off today (remember, she is at clinicals today instead). My wife was called by her co-workers about it, so she called him up. For once, he answered. He was pleasant enough, but clearly high as f*** at the time. He said that he is staying with a friend in town, looking for a job (he stopped going in to the job his grandmother got him since I guess earning $600-800 a week was just not good enough for him), and just needed a truck and a trailer to live in and he would be set. In other words, he talked about the same old shit that he has been talking about for the past year.
I don't know if he actually hangs around our neighborhood, but I have felt like for weeks that he does. I have nightmares of finding him in the act of breaking into the house (I did catch him trying that once before when we kicked him out in August. I called the cops on him that time and would do so again, but I still don't want to deal with it.) Every noise outside I assume is caused by him sneaking around trying to steal my stuff. Now that I know for a fact that he still is in town and has no income to speak of, those concerns will only be more intense. I guess I have an idea what people who get stalked feel like now. It f***ing sucks.
