@TiredEwok said in RL Anger:
Recently I had to have my oldest admitted to a... mental facility, for the lack of a better way to put it. I am conflicted by what I had to do. On one hand, he is finally getting the help he needs and this is going to help get the ball rolling with getting him on SSI-D, insured, etc. But, on the other hand, I miss him, I want him home, I am scared shitless that he'll be angry at me for doing this to him, scared about the medication... so many fears, still.
You did what you felt was best (and probably was). I commend you for it.
My parents refused to see the issues my brother had, even from when we were young children. It has led to him being 29, living at home, no job, and frequently in trouble with the law as well as in and out of treatment. I completely and fully believe if they'd have sought treatment for him when he was younger, he'd be a lot better off.
I know it's not easy. I don't know first-hand, per se, but I know the toll it's taken on my mother to deal with it now. But in the same vein as 'self care is not just spa treatments and shopping sprees; sometimes it's doing the really difficult shit you need,' so is tending to other people. Doing what's best to help them is not always the fun or easy or immediately rewarding thing.
One thing I can offer is this: my mother once told me that when my brother is actively taking his medications, he's a different person. But not in a bad way. She once put it as 'It's like we're finally getting to see the real him.' Don't be afraid of the medications. Once the right ones are found, they can do wonders. 