He has hurt self, never life threatening but impulsive manic behavior. Em, I just want to protect him and I can't. It hurts. I feel powerless and it stinks and I am tired of people who should know better thinking they need to have pissing contests with me. Isn't it about helping the student? I feel so lost and that I have suffered enough in my life and if I can't stop his suffering then what can I do? Interesting thing is that I am a firm believer in the special moments. The shared smile and the hug and the moment of joy. Yet I am wondering if he would be better off dead? No, my dear sweet precious gift should not die, he should be in my world. But the world is cruel and this disease is cruel and I just don't know how to help.