Mojo61
22-08-16, 10:27
I'm so angry with myself. My son is 19 years old and I just can't seem to come to terms with the fact that he's an adult now and perfectly capable of looking after himself.
He's been to a big music festival this weekend and is due home today. He's been keeping in contact with me via iMessage, FaceTime, Facebook etc and always messages me in the morning when he gets up. Last night I fell asleep on the sofa around 9pm and didn't wake up until almost 1am. When I looked at my phone he had sent me several messages asking if I was OK and he had also tried to phone me but I had slept through it. I sent him a reply saying I was fine and had fallen asleep on the sofa and that I'd speak to him in the morning.
I was expecting his usual text at around 7.30 - 8am but nothing. 8.30am and now my anxiety is up, he surely must be awake because he is due to pack up his stuff and leave by 10am... 9am I try to phone him - he's never been this late messaging me before, what if he's lying dead in the tent? He had told me he felt unwell yesterday with a sore mouth and throat, what if that was the start of something really serious and it had killed him in his sleep? Eventually his mates would realise he was missing and go to his tent, find him dead, and they wouldn't be able to let me know because of the pass lock on his phone...
9.30am and I decide to drive to the venue to look for him (can you see how ridiculous this is getting now?) so I pay the Dartford Toll charge online (£5) and set my sat nav for the journey. I'm driving along the M2 feeling sick to my stomach, shaking, sweating, thinking how the hell am I going to deal with this dreadful turn of events? I know, I will end it all because no way could I live on this planet without my son....see what I mean? Completely irrational...
"DING!" Phone goes off, it is Jack "I'm fine mum, I was asleep!"
Turn car around at next exit and go home...furious with myself....
I don't want to be like this, I'm projecting my anxiety on Jack and it is making him anxious now. Would therapy help me deal with this because if it will then I'm going to book some sessions today I can't live like this anymore, it is bloody ludicrous and utterly stupid, why does my mind do this to me? I feel dreadful now because although I know he's safe the anxious jitters are still there and I feel sick to my stomach and my head is pounding. Shall I take a propranolol to dampen down the adrenaline?
He's off to Reading Festival on Wednesday, it is going to be a repeat performance then no doubt!
He's been to a big music festival this weekend and is due home today. He's been keeping in contact with me via iMessage, FaceTime, Facebook etc and always messages me in the morning when he gets up. Last night I fell asleep on the sofa around 9pm and didn't wake up until almost 1am. When I looked at my phone he had sent me several messages asking if I was OK and he had also tried to phone me but I had slept through it. I sent him a reply saying I was fine and had fallen asleep on the sofa and that I'd speak to him in the morning.
I was expecting his usual text at around 7.30 - 8am but nothing. 8.30am and now my anxiety is up, he surely must be awake because he is due to pack up his stuff and leave by 10am... 9am I try to phone him - he's never been this late messaging me before, what if he's lying dead in the tent? He had told me he felt unwell yesterday with a sore mouth and throat, what if that was the start of something really serious and it had killed him in his sleep? Eventually his mates would realise he was missing and go to his tent, find him dead, and they wouldn't be able to let me know because of the pass lock on his phone...
9.30am and I decide to drive to the venue to look for him (can you see how ridiculous this is getting now?) so I pay the Dartford Toll charge online (£5) and set my sat nav for the journey. I'm driving along the M2 feeling sick to my stomach, shaking, sweating, thinking how the hell am I going to deal with this dreadful turn of events? I know, I will end it all because no way could I live on this planet without my son....see what I mean? Completely irrational...
"DING!" Phone goes off, it is Jack "I'm fine mum, I was asleep!"
Turn car around at next exit and go home...furious with myself....
I don't want to be like this, I'm projecting my anxiety on Jack and it is making him anxious now. Would therapy help me deal with this because if it will then I'm going to book some sessions today I can't live like this anymore, it is bloody ludicrous and utterly stupid, why does my mind do this to me? I feel dreadful now because although I know he's safe the anxious jitters are still there and I feel sick to my stomach and my head is pounding. Shall I take a propranolol to dampen down the adrenaline?
He's off to Reading Festival on Wednesday, it is going to be a repeat performance then no doubt!