Lack of Independence

He shows a total lack of initiative and motivation. He appears to be entirely uninterested in developing his skills or independence in any way. He does certainly participate in a number of activities through which a great positive change could be accomplished. However he seems to not take them seriously, rejecting any constructive criticism he encounters and rejecting the many opportunities presented to him which extend beyond the basics.

He appears to be entirely comfortable relying on the people around him to support him, even when this support although freely offered greatly disturbs many of their days.

This is particularly noticeable in respect to his travel. His father drives him to his destinations requiring around four or five hours of traveling in an average day. His attitude towards public transport seems to be hatred, disgust and possibly even fear, yet he will not continue to practice driving so that he may obtain a licence.

He seems to believe that the support he receives now shall continue on forever.

Another Drunken Night

She hadn't seen him in a few weeks, she was a little worried about him, because he had mood swings a lot, and was glad to know he would be at the small house party on the weekend.

It was there that she found out his mother had died that week, and then he had been fired. Although all this was very bad news, he didn't seem to be taking it too badly, or at least he wasn't taking it any worse than you would expect anyone to be able to take it.

Being an adults (or young people over 18's) house party, there was a large variety of alcohol available to all, and a few interesting ways to drink it. Everyone was drinking, spare a designated driver or two, and all was going well, for a while.

He began slamming them back, sculling beer after beer with something else in between occasionally, everyone had a good laugh as he fell over on the grass and tried to get up again and fell again. Everyone decided he had had enough. He was well wasted when he asked for a knife, tried to touch the fire and asked for more drinks so he could drink himself to death. she didn't let him out of her sight except to pee after that. And he did not get another drop of alcohol.

But the alcohol he already had in him must have been to much, he leaned in to the grass to throw up, but nothing came out, he tried and he tried and people brought him water and tried to comfort him but nothing would come out. His breathing became very horse and occasionally would stop for a moment or two. She called and ambulance and every person at the party helped either get the ambulance there or stop him from trying to stand up and keep him breathing. Every time he stopped breathing for even a little, she would panic massively inside while trying to be supportive, calm and help him. She was so relieved when she heard the sirens.

The ambulance arrived, set up a heart monitor and breathing apparatus right there in the back yard, and stretchered him into an ambulance to hospital.

He spent the night in hospital, most of it waiting to see a doctor, and was released in the morning, perfectly fine, but it had been close.

Ice-cream and ADHD

Just another weekend spent at school, but this time he had managed to buy himself a tub of ice cream, it seemed such a luxury, his parents had spent so much money sending him to the stupid school, so much money that he didn't see.

So much money for them to feed him their crap food, for them to keep him in the dorms, to have him attend classes he didn’t listen in, to get him stressed out and depressed, to get him to start smoking just so he would have a reason to escape. He hated the food the school made, especially the even lower grade of food they made for the people who stayed there on weekends.

That was what the ice-cream was for, naturally he had to eat the entire tub in that sitting, he had no fridge, and even if he did someone else would scoff it before he could finish it, if he left it for even a few minutes.

He was grateful for one thing the school offered, The councilor who got him prescribed with ADHD. That got him drugs. He did not like the drugs, he tried them for a few weeks but his marks went down, true he wasn't so distracted but he wasn't actually paying attention either. What he did like about being diagnosed with ADHD and being given drugs was that it meant he could sell them, finally he could have some pocket money. It was with this money that he was able to buy ice cream.

Elite Athlete

She was an elite athlete, It was an obsession, and she was good at it, because she Trained Hard. She did not train hard because she had great ambitions, she had no goals to get to the Olympics or anywhere else, she just wanted to exert herself physically, it gave her a place to go, stuff to do and occasionally even a sence of accomplishment or direction. Most of all it gave her friends, and people who could support her.

Her sport saved her. It gave her what she needed, when she most needed it.

The mandatory drug tests even managed to keep her off drugs, even though she was searching for every form of relief she could find and surely would have tried to find it with them.

She stuck with the relief of wearing herself out physically in the company of greatly supportive people and friends. And although she was always searching for something more, that was essential to her, for getting her through hard times. The harder things were for her the harder she trained, she trained so hard that she represented her country, even though she never had any ambition to. And it did, for a small time, make her feel proud.