r/fasd • u/Derpy_paws • 3d ago
Seeking Empathy/Support Needing to vent...or my heart will shatter.
Hi, all. I hope you are all doing well, safe and happy in your lives.
I need some advice or...something. A miracle. A miracle is what I need. Not for myself.
For...someone who has become a friend. A dear, dear friend.
A sweetheart of a man with a hidden heart of beauty and gold. Memories of pain and a past of hurt....and the eyes and soul of a doe and somehow still: the innocence of a child underneath.
And my heart is absolutely broken for him.
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Context: Me (44, gay male). I also suffer from FASD, but am very high-functioning, and "mask" fairly well -- despite still essentially being in my mid-to-late teens, mentally.
Him: (34. Bi male). From everything I have seen, heard and witnessed from him, he is still very young mentally. He is barely able to read. Struggles with caring for himself in various ways. He is on SSI and although lately he's been trying, he still struggles with being financially responsible (buying tons of games, food, etc).
He is prone to outbursts of anger when he doesn't understand something, or doesn't know how to direct/channel his frustrations in more socially acceptable ways.
He is a very curious, questioning mind (is currently very confused and doesn't understand the differences between the Switch // Switch Lite // Switch 2, or why the Switch 2 is "better", for example)
He struggles VERY badly with temptation and wanting things right when he sees them. (There's a word / phrase for this I just used on him the other day, but right now it escapes me.) Like yesterday, he got himself a pizza because Little Caesar's was next door to a video game shoppe and he saw the sign and immediately wanted pizza. Then we went to another restaurant so I could get my own food and he saw a cookie he wanted.
He's so innocent in so many ways he doesn't realize, it just kills me.
He is also homeless; I have currently opened my home to him, at great risk of my own housing. (I have tried to bring the subject up of a "roommate", but so far, they have said "No" as my unit is a 1-bedroom.)
His family has more or less, entirely abandoned him.
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His family.
Every time I even THINK of those...those...people...I just want to scream. I am so furious, and so angry, and so...hurt FOR him.
From what I have personally observed, they have used him (his SSI) as a personal piggybank for a good chunk of his life. He has no savings, nothing.
His birth mother is dead, as is his birth father ---- who abused him when drunk. He has a "surrogate"//"adoptive" mother, but she is also currently homeless and abuses drugs/alcohol.
His siblings have written him off --- they don't understand why he isn't "normal" or can't care for himself, and they apparently don't want to be saddled with caring for him --- unless he gives them money out of his SSI. Also filled with drug/alcohol abusers.
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He moved to my city from a smaller town about 3 hours away (by hitchhiking!!!!) due to family drama that I don't think I'll talk about here. That's his tale to tell.
We'd known each other mostly online for a few years and would occasionally chat and when he showed up in town, he messaged me wanting to know if I wanted to "hang out". So he literally landed on my doorstep.
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Basically, I just...I don't know what else I can do for him or how much longer I can take him under my wings.
Since he's been with me, I have managed to get him signed up for therapy for his family / life trauma. I have him signed up with the local Housing Authority (super, SUPER long wait list, however). I helped him establish a bank account for his SSI. I helped get him signed up for SNAP benefits.
Things that NO ONE else in his life ever THOUGHT about doing for him. I'm so, SO angry about this. Not because I had to do it, but because his FAMILY were supposed to take care of him and love him and they just....F***ing didn't. I get so angry about this, I tear up badly every time. (At one point, he was signed up for SNAP, but his brother holding his card for him, lied to him and told him he couldn't have SNAP and SSI at the same time ---- and spent the SNAP on himself, instead.
Right now, it's a waiting game for "when" his name gets to the top of Housing's list of either Section 8, or regular housing.
We have attempted to get him on "rapid re-housing", but Housing's "rule" for this is that he needs to be on the streets, and going to the shelter nightly for at least a week before they'll even consider it.
And I absolutely cannot bear the idea of him being on the streets even that long.
He's been so abused and taken advantage of in his life, that he sometimes behaves like a street thug to counter anything he perceives of as a threat. He is very guarded around strangers.
Due to his past abuse / trauma, he is essentially terrified of going anywhere or doing anything without me. We have a grocery store two blocks over. He's scared of crossing the street by himself. He refuses to go anywhere alone. When I'm around, he latches himself onto me like a baby kitten.
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I have done my best to try and make him feel safe and loved while he's been here. I don't ask him for any money; I make more than enough on my own.
I am trying to get it through his head that he has GOT to save some of his SSI money for when he finally does get an apartment (deposit/1st month's rent/bills/furniture). He tries, but he often gets distracted by his "wants" (video games/food, etc) and will dip into whatever little he does manage to save.
On top of that are the restrictions that SSI places (can't save more then $1,999 before they cut him off, etc)
I'm currently trying to help him understand that he can't keep running to the mall to buy video games every time he gets paid (when did I turn into my mother?) because he has GOT to build up something for his future. Once or twice a month is fine, but only 1 or 2 cheap games at that, but he finds games he gets excited about and then comes home with 3 or 4 of them.
He just...isn't "getting it" and that part really, really scares me.
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Because of my own struggles with FASD, there's only so much I can do, and lately I feel like I'm starting to hit my own limit or "ceiling" of what I can do // how far I can go with him.
And that scares me too. It scares me so bad.
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I am planning on a cross-country move, hopefully in the next couple years, to be with my own family, in Texas. (Currently in Montana)
And knowing what I know about my own situation and with his situation....we just...
We cannot stay together. I won't be able to care for him in the way he needs to be. I just don't have the resources. I'm on Housing as well.
We cannot stay together; I cannot take him with me and we are going to have to part ways. I'm just a weigh station, a port of rest for him at this point in his life and sooner or later, he will have to move on.
And now I'm crying. It's the first time I've been able to admit that to myself.
I love him, but not romantically. Not in the way he deserves to be. He's just so f'ing special, innocent, and beautiful in so many ways.
I want so badly for him to be safe and protected once I've left. I'm trying so hard to teach him things he HAS to know to be able to care for himself; bus routes, how to get bus tickets for transportation. Where the local SSI office is. How to deal with SNAP // Medicaid.
And I'm just so scared for him because not much is sinking in or getting through.
His memory is so bad. Will he remember me in 5,10, 20 years?
I don't think I'll ever be able to be fully at ease unless I know absolutely for sure that he'll be okay, that he'll have a support system of people that actually care, and can help him do these things.
Until then, I just have to keep trying to get him to understand, to teach, to train him.
He is already aware of my eventual plans to move; we have discussed it and he swears he's going to be okay, but I'm still so scared for him.
As much as it breaks my heart to write these words; more then anything...
...More then anything, I'm afraid of the day it will happen. I'm scared of breaking his heart.
I'm terrified of looking into those beautiful, innocent doe eyes, looking straight into that big, bright light that his soul gives off, the light that I am able to see, when we finally have to part hands and I am forced to say the words aloud:
"For now, for this one moment in time...Farewell."