Within moments of me publishing my last post here (2 days ago), Weslee came into my bedroom, crying. He felt like his one friend betrayed him. Held a secret for 2 yeats to use against him now. Weslee is so lonely. Wants a friend who is honest, and who enjoys the same things (mainly videos).
Plus the constant onslaughf of seizures is like being hit over the head every minute of every day. Making him crazy. He doesnt want to be here anymore.
(Now might be a good time to remind you that although he is nearly 30 years old, his autism, brain surgeries and seizures have permanently made him mentally and emotionally 13-14 years old.)
We sat on my bed and talked for a long while. He didnt want to go to the hospital. I spaced and forgot about suicide hot lines.
I did manage to get him to promise not to do anything yet, and give me time to find him a therapist.
His first appointment is today, video call.
Keep him in your thoughts please.
Vikki, his Mom
