A fairly quiet Memorial Day weekend with our son. He went to his meetings, he hung out at home, went out a little bit. We talked a little. He says it is hard, but he IS trying. He is now almost 40 days since the last small relapse and he is very excited and proud of it, as are we. We are still on pins and needles, never knowing when he may come home on something, or he was tempted and now is dealing with the anxiety and depression that comes from knowing (from his perspective) that his friends can have a beer or smoke a joint and they are fine but that he can't even do it once without triggering him to start using again. We feel bad for him, but this is the life he has made for himself, and we are doing everything we can to make sure he has the tools and support he needs.
Still no job, and no real discussions about school other than he was relieved to hear from us that we are not pushing for him to go back full-time in the fall. I'm not sure if he could handle it anyway. We'll have to see. Of course, like with looking for a job HE has to make the steps. We cannot enable him because that is not helpful to him in the future.
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