Spice Weasel I think part of the problem is when people get in over their head, get overwhelmed, and can no longer handle the situation. I doubt the people in the OP intended to reach that state when they adopted their son, but what happens when someone thinks they can handle a given situation but down the road it becomes apparent they can’t? You can’t always know in advance how things will work out.
Yes, recent weeks have been shit.
This does tie in somewhat with the situation I faced with my husband. I was getting a LOT of pressure from a particular social worker to care for him at home (I’m sure discharging him to home was a lot easier for her than trying to help me find some alternative). I’m talking intense pressure, up to and including telling a terminally ill man that of course you can go home if that’s what you want and making him promises that couldn’t be kept. Well, I’m stubborn as hell, AND I knew from past experience caring for the dying what I could and couldn’t do, AND I have very little reliable help available here… and finally I called her boss and said I can no longer work with this person, she harms more than she helps, and gave very specific instances of what was wrong with this working relationship. And I got a different social worker who I actually could work with. However, not everyone is going to be able to stand up for themselves in those circumstances. What if I hadn’t had any experience caring for seriously ill people at home before? What if I had a half dozen family members agreeing with this woman telling him to take him home? What if I had no notion I could protest what this woman was doing?
If I had caved into her, in that final month, I probably would have had to call an ambulance for my husband within 24-48 hours, and at best he’d be cycling between home and hospital, and I know that after a few rounds of that Adult Protective Services might get involved because, holy cow, this guy is bouncing back and forth here and that’s just not right, and things could get ugly.
Yes, it was hard as hell admitting I could no longer take care of him at home, especially since we both wanted him to be home, but I also knew that trying to care for him at home was not in anyone’s best interests. In the end, the ONLY way to keep him comfortable and non-delirious was as an inpatient, in a hospital bed. If I hadn’t been able to admit that… well, it would have been pretty awful. Yet I still had Evil Social Worker, the health insurance company, and a doctor INSISTING that I could have taken care of him at home. (Fortunately, I had other people on my side advocating for him and me) The doctor I mentioned was trying to guilt trip me before I told him to get lost, we were going to have the oncologist run things, not him.
When even medical people and social workers are leaning on people to take the ill/dying/severely disabled home despite the caretaker protesting the situation wasn’t safe or tolerable, and you add in either socially isolated people, or families that also lean on the caretaker to take the person home, and so on, then you get situations with overburdened caretakers with inadequate resources, inadequate help, and overwhelming stress and exhaustion… and you get tragedies.
So yeah, the situation with my husband was different than parents with a severely disabled child… but it was also different because my situation was time-limited, too. For parents of kids that will never be independent there is NO end in sight. Ever. It’s endless. It’s a life sentence with no parole. Is it a wonder that some of them get desperate?