PLEASE HELP BUT WHO NEEDS THE HELP

We need help, but I don't even know what kind of help to ask for. Five years ago, I was the 22 year-old August bride of a 23 year old guy that I met in college. We had just graduated with degrees in business (marketing and human resource management), had new jobs in a Pittsburgh-based corporation with a terrific career-ladder, good starting salaries, excellent benefits, and what appeared to be lifetime job security. Based on this, we decided to buy a house and have our children right away.  My parents loaned us enough for a down payment and we bought a split entry house on two-acres of land near a Penn State exhibition farm about 25 miles from downtown Pittsburgh. Our first child, Bella, was born the day before our first wedding anniversary. Her brother, Liam, was born fifteen months later (NAMES CHANGED TO PROTECT CONFIDENTIALITY).   Up until this point, we felt like we were living the dream… 

We used a daycare center in Pittsburgh for Bella, but found that it was too difficult (and expensive) to transport both children to the daycare center when my maternity leave for Liam was up. We tried three different nannies during Liam’s first year, but none of them worked out very well for us. Finally, I negotiated a leave of absence from work so that I could stay home and care for the children, knowing that I would be giving up a position I really enjoyed to be hired back into whatever was available when I wanted to return.  Our perfect life turned into a nightmare at this point. 

 Both Bella and Liam are very intense, strong-willed, highly active children who don’t focus their attention on any kind of play activity for more than a few minutes. The house is a continuous mess with toys everywhere. I thought I would enjoy being a stay-at-home-mother, but they don’t listen to me and sometimes don’t even seem to like me very much. I’m alone with the kids for a few days most weeks because my husband's job requires travel. We are barely making ends meet financially, and my parents are upset because we haven’t even started to pay them back for the money they loaned us on the house. 

I find myself crying every day. I feel like the marriage and family are starting to fall apart, but my husband just acts as though everything is normal. My parents and his father (his mother died when he was a teen-ager) say that things will get better when the kids get older, but I don’t see this happening. Last night, in desperation, I literally walked out of the house when my husband came home and just disappeared in the woods surrounding the property for about six hours. I fell asleep sitting up under a tree and didn’t even wake-up until after 11 p.m. No one seemed to care. When I finally found my way home, my husband and the kids were asleep and the mess was left for me to clean-up this morning. At breakfast, I got the "deep-freeze" treatment from my husband. When I called my mother, she said that he never even called them and that she didn't know I had walked out. She asked me if I was having PMS and suggested that I talk to my doctor about an antidepressant!!!!

So who needs help here? Am I crazy or hormonal? Is there something wrong with my husband or my kids? I really do love them dearly. Is this the "problem-that-has-no-name" that Betty Friedan wrote about when the feminist movement was relaunched in the mid-1960's? Please help because I'm afraid of what I might do if nothing changes (and I'm the only one who seems to think that things need to change).

Samantha (NAME CHANGED TO PROTECT CONFIDENTIALITY

Striking Out On My Own

My name is Todd, and I’m hoping someone will read this and give me some advice. I’m 17, and I currently live in Montana. I recently moved here to get as far away from my old life as possible. When I arrived in Montana I had nothing. I was lucky to find a job working at a family run Italian restaurant in the town where I arrived. I’m lucky to have a great boss (Brad). The owner of the restaurant is renting me a room on the second floor of the building, and charges me a very reasonable rate. He also lets me eat 2 meals per day at the restaurant for free. When I was 12, I was sexually assaulted by an acquaintance of my mother’s. My mom worked at a local fast food restaurant. The owner took a liking to me, and asked if I could help out around the restaurant. He offered to improve my mom’s schedule and increase her pay if she would let me “help out”. The assault happened after the first (and only) time that I was dropped off at the restaurant to help the man. When I arrived, the guy offered me a Pepsi, and I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I’m told that I was quite confused about the day and time when my mom picked me up. I was also in a lot of pain. It turns out that the man drugged me and assaulted me during the time that I was supposed to be helping him around the restaurant. When I told my mom about the pain, she initially acted unconcerned. I had a ton of rage ever since I discovered what had happened to me. My mother was never very supportive, and she denies having any idea that the man would do this. The man was arrested, but I was terrified of testifying in front of him, and so he’s since been released. By the time I reached 17, I could no longer stand looking at my mom, or the town where this happened. I just wanted to get as far away as I possibly could, so I hitchhiked across the country to Montana. I’m very lucky to have found Brad. When I came into the restaurant to get lunch, all I had was 5 dollars, and I probably looked like a mess. Brad saw my condition and took an interest in me. We struck up a conversation and he offered me a job at the restaurant. While working at Brad’s eatery, I’ve discovered that I really like working in the food industry. I’d love to become a chef, or maybe even a dietician. I figure that I’ll need to go to school to do this. If I get my GED, will I be able to get into college? What’s the best way for me to go about getting a college degree? Do you think that I'll be able to handle college better than high school, because now I'm away from where all this happened?

HOW DO YOU KEEP AN OLDER MAN SAFE AND STILL LET HIM MAKE HIS OWN DECISIONS?

My brother and I are the legal next of kin for my paternal grandfather who is going through a rough time. I’m trying to convince my grandfather that he and his wife should sell the house and land to me or to both my brother and I because neither of them can manage all the work that goes with it, and things are really beginning to fall apart. If they sell the house and land to one or both of us, we will make sure that they continue to have the right to live in the house for as long as they want.

Grandpa is in his late 70’s and was told that he was in the early stage of Alzheimer’s disease.  His wife is an LPN and she insists that she will be able to take care of him and the land, no matter what happens with the Alzheimer’s disease. We don’t think so! Both of my parents are deceased so it is up to my younger brother and I to look after him. He and our grandmother were always there for us when we were growing up.  My wife and his roommate have already expressed their willingness to help.

                Grandpa is a 275 lb. former marine who has been in outstanding health throughout his life. In addition to the training he got in the marines, he grew up on this land and has raised cattle on it throughout his lifetime. He can wrestle and tie down a bull, and no one is ever going to be able to manage him if his Alzheimer’s gets any worse. Right now, he only has some occasional episodes of it and then it clears and he is his normal self, but if it gets worse…. His wife is in her fifties and she is a very small, petite woman.

                Grandpa is a hunter as well as a farmer/rancher. Two days ago, his wife called and asked if my brother and I would go looking for him. She was worried because he had one of his Alzheimer’s episodes last week and wasn’t completely back to normal yet. She noticed that his hunting rifle and some ammo were also missing so she figured that he must have taken it with him. He hadn’t said anything about going hunting that day, but he wasn’t in the house when she woke up and she couldn’t find him anywhere on the land. He must have left during the night because none of the morning farm work was done. That’s when she went looking for his rifle and the ammo. He had been said that it was time to go hunting again about a week before this happened, even though it’s not really legal right now. He would never break the law if he was in his right mind.

                My brother and I searched the parts of the woods he normally hunts in and couldn’t find any sign of him. When it got dark, we thought about calling the police but decided to just wait until morning to see if he showed up during the night. This would not be unusual for him. He loves being outdoors and knows every inch of the woods by heart. Sure enough, at about six a.m., he came home hungry and thirsty, saying he had been out hunting, but he didn’t have his gun with him. He couldn’t remember where he left it, but assured us that it was  “in a safe place” and that he would go out to get it later. (There is no such thing as a safe place for a hunting rifle in a wooded area where kids might be playing or exploring.)  He does things like this on impulse without thinking about the consequences a lot now. This is so different from how he used to be when my grandmother was alive. She died three years ago and he never really went through any grieving even though they had been together since high school.

The woman he married right after she died was one of the people who came into the house to help take care of her when she was sick. She’s a nice lady, but doesn’t know anything about farming or raising cattle. There is no way that she will be able to care for him if he gets any worse with the Alzheimer’s, and there is no way that she will ever be able to manage the farm chores or even the complexity of selling it all. Grandpa always said that he wanted one or both of us to take over the farm someday, but we both went to college and ended up with jobs that paid better. Still, we don’t want to see the farm deteriorate. We could hire someone to manage it and we both know enough about farming to help with the work, but ever since Grandpa remarried, he seems more and more distant from us and less communicative about what he is planning to do with the farm as he ages.



WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY FRIEND?

 I feel like I need to do something to help my friend, but I don’t know where to turn.  My name is Sarah (NAME CHANGED TO PROTECT CONFIDENTIALITY), I’m 17, and I’m entering my senior year of high school.  During my freshman year I met a girl named Jen (NAME CHANGED TO PROTECT CONFIDENTIALITY).  Jen quickly became one of my closest friends.  Jen had a great sense of humor, and we both shared a love of romantic movies and boy bands.  We started hanging out after school on a regular basis.  Initially we would hang out at her house and watch sappy movies or go to the mall.  Jen had some other friends that she introduced me to, and eventually we started drinking and partying with them.  Before I met Jen I had never tried any drugs or alcohol.  Jen and her friends knew of some good hangout spots in the woods around town, and we started spending time there.  It wasn’t long after that that we began smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol.  Shortly after that one of Jen’s friends brought us some weed, and then the partying began.

We did a lot of partying during my sophomore and junior year.  Jen became more and more involved in the party scene.  She stopped wanting to hang out at her house or mine, and only wanted to drink and smoke. She started spending alot of time with strange guys as well.    I went along with all the partying over the past two years, but I feel like things are starting to get out of hand now.  I'm tired of being pressured to "hook up" with guys at the parties.  I never wanted to try anything more than weed, but Jen is more adventurous than I am.  She started taking acid and then Ecstasy.  I lost track of what she was into after that, as I often saw her popping different pain pills and other drugs when we were hanging out.  When we go to parties now, she often stays long after I leave.  She frequently leaves me and disappears with other guys during parties, and  I've heard that she often spends the night at these parties too.  I saw her with a couple guys who were doing cocaine one time, but I don’t know if she tried any or not. 

When we first met, Jen’s parents were really nice.  They frequently had me over for dinner, and Jen’s dad had a really cool boat which we sometimes went out on.  During my junior year, I was shocked to find out that Jen’s mom got diagnosed with lymphoma.  To make matters worse, she told me that her dad was recently laid off, and spends most of his time at the bar or in front of the TV now.  We don’t go over to her parent’s anymore now.  Over the summer we mostly partied in the woods and at other people’s houses.  With the start of my senior year I’m concerned about getting into college.  The partying was fun, but I’ve decided to grow up.  I want to get into a good college, and I need to improve my grades.  I've also met a really nice guy who I've been spending time with.  Jen does not seem to feel this way though. 

I noticed over the summer that Jen seems to be changing.  She’s losing a great deal of weight.  Her eyes are always bloodshot and kind of wild looking, and I rarely see her sober.  Sometimes she has bruises on her arms, and one time she had a bruise on her cheek.  She also dresses different.  She wears incredibly tight pants and short skirts now, and I've noticed that a lot of the jocks pay much more attention to her.   She still hasn’t gotten her driver’s license, and she has no interest in getting a job.  I’m not sure how she gets her money for drugs and alcohol, but she always seems to have a pocketful.  Back in August I told her that she should stop partying so much.  She doesn’t talk about her family or grades much, but I’m pretty sure that she failed a lot of classes over her junior year.  She laughed at me when I suggested that maybe we should just go see a movie (sober) or go shopping at the mall like we used to.  She's become increasingly distant now that I’ve stopped partying.  She also wasn’t interested in talking about college, or what’s going on with her parents. 

I'm worried about Jen.  I feel like she needs help, but don’t know where to turn.  I'm afraid to talk to the guidance counselor about Jen; I don't want her to be mad at me.  I’m afraid of losing her all together.  Who can I talk to about this?

-Sarah