Really emotional

[Forty-something]

My son just came in from work and said a boy has started from miles away and walks to work and home, taking two hours each way, been offered a lift but says no....I feel sick to my stomach with worry, I’m trying hard not to cry. I just think it’s so sad, my son is really shy and doesn’t mix and that’s hard for me but hearing this has made me cry tonight I just had to tell someone I Hope u all don’t mind, extra emotional after a head injury hey 😢😭😭😭

[cat3]

Was it your son who offered the boy a lift 40something, or are you upset solely about the boy's daily trek to work and back ? ( does seem extreme) …...just wondering if there's a solution which might ease your mind. x

[Forty-something in reply to cat3]

Yes my son offered and so did others, I know it’s extreme but I’ve gotten so much more emotional since I hit my head, I was before but now it’s everything, some times I’m ok but thinking of him walking for 2hours on an unlit road in the dark and wet is worrying, i just wish he’d take a lift

[cat3 in reply to Forty-something]

Just to be clear m'dear, I was using the word 'extreme' to describe the boy's daily trek to work and back ……..certainly not your anxiety about him !

Emotional lability is a common after-effect of brain injury and can be hard to manage ; I was a mess for a couple of years and, even now at 7+years post Bi, I have my moments. If you feel your anxiety is ruling you life maybe ask your GP to arrange therapy or medication ?

But some issues (like the one you describe) are heart-rending enough to stretch anyone's nerves, and perhaps DO deserve the concern of others ; that doesn't mean you're cracking up, but I can see it's awful when you're aware of a problem but powerless to help.

Maybe the boy in question has a social anxiety problem and, with time & encouragement, might start to relax and trust those around him enough to accept help and friendship. I do hope so. If only he knew how people care...……… x

[Forty-something in reply to cat3]

I don’t think it’s ruling me but just really upset me, I am hoping like u say, that he will take the lift offered ASAP as my son is really shy and doesn’t talk to people unless they talk to him, fine with his friends tho, just really shy. I’m hoping the women in work will get through to him x

[cat3 in reply to Forty-something]

If everyone looked out for those less confident/adept than others, the world wouldn't be such a scary place. I really do hope there'll be better days ahead soon for your son, and for the other boy who's welfare is cause for concern.

Take care m'dear. Love & virtual hugs, Cat x

[Forty-something in reply to cat3]

Thank u cat xx wishing u well xx

[1949liz]

What a kind and caring heart you both have in worrying about another person maybe if we all spend a little time being concerned about somebody else our own problems might dim a little. Thank you for sharing what you are feeling and how emotional it has affected you it is awesome. Love Liz x🌹

[Forty-something in reply to 1949liz]

Thank u Liz for your kind words, the world is a horrible place to be in and I think to b out like that by yourself in the dark and wet and unlit roads with very few houses on the route is really dangerous. As a mum I can’t help but worry can u xx

[1949liz in reply to Forty-something]

I agree with you poor child because at the end of the day he is still that a child. Thank goodness you care Love Liz x🌹

[boxergirl777 in reply to Forty-something]

I think it's lovely your so caring ....i can understand it totally as i'm constantly worrying and fearful for the predators that appear to be on every corner but one thing that kinda jumped out and annoyed me was the way the wrote that as a "Mum you can't help but worry" There are many, many, many folks who aren't "Mum's" but are just as capable of worrying and fearful for our young children generation and look out for them......

[Forty-something in reply to boxergirl777]

Yes my love u r right, I apologise xx

[boxergirl777 in reply to Forty-something]

Thank you i appreciate it. xx