Almost midnight, I reflect on this day, these days, wherein I am dealing with my elder son’s Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI), the oppressive summer heat, and the continuing issue of my wife’s hoarding.
I’m stressed by any one of these issues on its own. Combine them and I am exhausted, demoralised and weary.
My son is a high-functioning autistic and bipolar. He feels threatened and is very defensive. He doesn’t trust his wife to care for his interests. This is a delusional conclusion on his part.
All of this is hard on me. That’s all I can say really.