We have a 31 year old son who is trying is get a career in acting. He was an easy child to raise and wasn’t bit by the acting bug until he tried out for a couple plays in high school and won best actor in both. We gave him a college education insisting on a double major (because he wanted to major in theater). The theater major was so demanding of his time that he begged us to let him just major in theater. I said to my husband “it’s his life - let it be his mistake”. Well it turns out it must be our mistake. After college he spent a year in Los Angeles and we had to send $$ and finally bring him home. Then a short time later friends begged him to go to Florida. We live in the midwest. So he went there for a year or so. We sent him $$ again and had to bring him home again. Once home he worked and lived here (bought a house) for around 3 years. Tried the corporate life and wasn’t happy. At the age of 26 he was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Friends paid for him to go to New York and visit. He loved his visit and found some people interested in helping him in his acting career. He believed it was God telling him what to do with his life. So we took over his house payments and saw that it was sold. He has borrowed money from his grandpa to continue his acting education and to live on. After he finished the schooling he found a job here and there but nothing to be able to live on. He realized that his dad was upset with him for always calling grandpa to borrow money so he has started to call us again. We keep telling him he needs a job with health insurance. He called last Wed. and when I asked how he was he said “not good” he’d been evicted from his place and had no money for insulin. (My husband and I don’t have alot of money and no retirement plan.) He then stated “if you can’t count on your family for support who can you count on? Nobody cares, nobody cares if I live or die. I’m sick, mom. I be better off if my legs were cut off so people could see that I’m handicapped. Prayer doesn’t help, God doesn’t listen. I’ll just watch my blood sugar levels go up and lose limb by limb until I die. What kind of death is that?” This is just part of everything he said. As a mother my heart was breaking. My husband believes that if we don’t give him money and he dies that we have killed him. So I went and put $$$ into our sons account and he is a happy camper again. But we know this will continue until he actually has a career in acting. What are our options as far as Christ would want us to do? We know that we need tough love. And how do you implement tough love with someone who can die?
Thanks for any insight!