Tonight's episode of "Intervention" is going to be about a young man with bulimia.
I'm recording it. I record them all and watch them later.
I told Scumbags mom about it. Told her I would record it and if I could gather my courage I would ask him if he'd like to watch it with me.
It shouldn't feel like a touchy subject. He's never lashed out at me for just asking. But in the asking is the other question, the unspoken question: "will you ever get help"?
I don't now when I'll see him next. We have no immediate plans for anything. I'll record it, I'll watch it myself before asking him. I'll want to know what we'd be getting into.
It's another one of those situations where if he said yes it would be a ray of hope.
It's difficult. It makes my heart hurt just thinking about it. It's easier by far to ignore it and stick my head in the sand and say out of sight is out of mind.
Most of the time now I do ignore it, it doesn't keep me up at night. But when an opportunity to share and be supportive presents itself I guess I have to take the chance.