Whenever he cycles into a bad mood, which lately has been about every two weeks. It’s normally some version of his all alone. He has no support, and therefore he can’t be better. I know it’s a lie, that he’s telling himself.
My kid started doing that relatively recently (past few months), and I made “the mistake” of telling him he’s smart, strong, capable, creative, determined…and even if he were on a desert island, or the freaking moon? He’d figure out a way to sort shit. That it may not feel like it, right now, but he’s got this.
What he took away from that, is that he should become a hermit.
Literally. Like state/church sponsored hermit. Because, clearly, we really are the problem, and he’s trapped with us.
(Nooooo. He’s a legal adult, with a job and savings and options out the wazoo. Covid & saving up are the only real reasons he’s here, and could leave at any time. In reality. Feeling trapped and being trapped are 2 different things. But emotions don’t logic so hot.).
Also? -per him being in a dark place- Compliments are clearly both fake, and insulting, and I’m not contributing to the conversation by …talking.
Some days?
You really can’t win for losing.
^^^^ This shit happens. And it hurts. And it passes. I have a finite level of assholerly I’m willing to accept in my life… and whilst I still call him out when he crosses the line, my kid gets a helluva lot more leeway than friends/lovers do. In large part because he’s my kid. In no small part because he pulls his head out of his ass and both apologizes AND attempts to catch himself sooner when he’s leaning into f*cked up ways of thinking/acting/lashing out… and I’ll tolerate screwups by someone learning infinitely more/better than someone who is simply making excuses/blameshifting. The 2 weeks leading up to Xmas are nearly all doom & gloom & dark despair.

He’s got mad trauma history there, plus holiday stress = things are EXTRA peachy for awhile.I know this is a hard time for him, so I cut him more slack than I would most of the rest of the year. But hard times or not? I don’t do doormat. I just also pick my battles (timing! So much of PTSD is about timing), and mind my boundaries. The harder a time he is having? The more confident in my own self I have to be. It does neither of us any good for both of us to jump onto the crazy train.
((NOTE : Boundaries are not what we can convince someone else to do. Boundaries are what WE have & do when someone else crosses them.))