Update - I still have not responded, but I admit it's causing me some...discomfort. L has moved from the giggling, screaming, sobbing phase of self destruction to the self harm, cutting himself, punching holes in the walls of his home, throwing himself on the floor and beating the ground in a tantrum amid the trash that he threw all over the place phase of self destruction. I was horrified, but tempted to reach out like I had done to comfort him. I had never seen anything like that, a grown man, flinging himself on the trash covered floor, his face smeared with tears and ketchup, beating his fists on the tiles and screaming at the top of his lungs that this was my fault. I'm hoping this is the phase just before the supernova where the mass of the star just starts burning off. I can't wait until the courts completely reopen. I'm really torn between not wanting him to hurt himself and just wanting him to go away. Just had to vent.