It was time for Family Communication at family group therapy.
My son went first.
This is what he said:
I resent you for putting me in rehab. It made me feel betrayed and hurt.
I resent you for yelling at me. It made me feel scared and guilty.
I resent you for being so #*%* awesome.
I love and appreciate you for being so supportive. It makes me feel loved.
I love and appreciate you for doing everything you do to help me in my recovery. It makes me feel grateful and appreciative.
I love and appreciate you for always being there for me. It makes me feel wanted.
I love and appreciate you for making sure I have everything I need. I feel grateful.
I apologize for using drugs, swearing, having a negative attitude, and for all of the other dumb things I did while using.
I apologize for not doing what you ask me to do the first time. I feel lazy and ungrateful.
Mom, I apologize for not accepting “no” for an answer and then bugging you. I feel guilty.
I apologize for saying mean and rude things to both you when you are being good parents. I feel ashamed.
I apologize for not having more to resent you for.
I can commit to staying clean and maintaining a positive attitude, helping out more, and start being the awesome son you deserve. I feel confident and enthusiastic.
I commit to getting my education and asking for help. I feel worthwhile and that
I care about my future.
I commit to reminding you of DBT skills when you need them. I feel sassy.
That last part made me laugh through my tears.
He did a good job.