So stressed out with my younger brother's health issues, working towards applying for guardianship of him while trying to explain why he can't go back to his apartment has just about broken me.
Still haven't done our taxes or taken care of much around the house because of it. Kids are suffering because we're all snappy due to the stress.
I love him, but our Mom is delusional about his abilities and keeps pushing for his full independence. Ignoring the facts that his independence is what has led to his Stage 3 kidney failure, possible congestive heart failure, a fractured skull in 2015, back injury causing a limp, seizures, etc. and when I push for guardianship I get called various terrible names by Mom and its claimed that I'm violating his civil rights, I'm this and I'm that.
Meantime, all he wants to do is go back to his apartment which has all of his stuff in it and it is 2 blocks from his girlfriend's apartment and go back to work. The reality was that he was at her place 16 hours a day, because he's a berkeleying slob and she can't stand his place. I asked him point blank if he wanted me to help him like Emily helps Lisa (his girlfriend and her guardian/sister) and he agreed.
His girlfriend's guardian, who has been awesome through all of this, has had to put her foot down and state emphatically that if younger bro goes back to his apartment, then he can't go to her place or ride in her car. Rough, but when your special needs sister is having to deal with her boyfriend's seizures entirely on her own, several times, you have to step in and take matters into your own hands. His dumbass case manager still suggested he move in with Mom to recover. Right, the lady who's enabling this behavior and who hasn't had running water for years, has all sorts of personal issues and has had full on yelling phone conversations with him to the point where he was so embarrassed that he just wanted to shrink away to his home. That lady? Dafuq is wrong with you?
Mom, of course thinks all sorts of conspiracies about all of this and once tried to sue his speech therapist for his ear infections. No, he just doesn't clean his berkeleying ears because he is special needs Mom and he's always has had issues with hygiene. I mean his PT has had to tell him to go wash his ass before their sessions and teach him to wash his Johnson off after relations with his girlfriend (after he had a testicle grow to the size of a grapefruit).
So, wife and I just can't leave this E36 M3 show to get worse and are working on getting guardianship, changing his useless case manager of 20 years (to one from the same group where his girlfriend's case manager works, so its easier for all to hang out and share notes) and finding a supported living situation for him that allows him to see his girlfriend on a regular basis and potentially get back to work once a spot opens up. That means I'm the shiny happy person according to Mom and she keeps playing pinball with his emotions and her undiagnosed bipolar and alcoholism issues.
On the plus side, wife has a job interview on Friday at Kaiser, but that would be a full time position which would mean more money, but she's feeling guilty about not being home with the kids as she is now. I'm looking forward to not having quite so much debt again and I know the kids will be fine thanks to our extended family and friends and that one or both are going to school in the fall (if my son could be potty trained, he could actually go to school in the fall).