Triston has probably been struggling for the past few years with some depression, but we were clueless. He was happy away from home and always moody at home. He wasn't a big talker of feelings and emotions. We just attributed it to his personality. Over the years I've asked if he wanted to talk about adoption and he always answered no. He didn't want to celebrate adoption day or even talk about it at all. He's been talking with a therapist for the past month, no progress.
Triston has had some challenges with making good choices on his phone. No need to go into details, I'm sure you get it. He lost his phone a few weeks ago for good and subsequently snuck onto his computer, stole his old phone and got caught.
Thursday night, he stated that we needed to hide the knives. We immediately went to the emergency room where he was placed inpatient at a hospital in the area. He hates us, never wants to live with us again, thinks we are too controlling, hates that we force him to do one chore a day and go to church regularly. Those were his complaints.
In November, he stated that he didn't feel like he belonged to his birth family or our family and his friends were his family. This is it. This is the issue. The abandonment from his birth parents is coming to a head and he doesn't know how to deal with it other than making us feel as badly as he's feeling.
We are so sad for Triston. We are sad that it's come to suicidal and homicidal thoughts. We are sad that he has to lash out at us, but guarantee we are family through the law and God. We aren't going anywhere.
We've talked to him three times on the phone. He's sounded better each time. Today is day two I guess. We don't know when he'll return home. He's started medication and now we are 5/6 in this house for antidepressants. Thanks to modern medicine.
Looking forward to having Triston back at home in the near future. He's missed.
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