It's terrible for me to hear about how your sons have both turned out, when it comes to their level of respect of you. There's really no excuse. And even if there is, it gets harder & harder to hear... with each subsequent story or reason you give, and tell etc. I'm "guessing," that the older one 'thinks,' you're well enough to work -- because you are his Mother. And therefore, he is viewing you through his own biased, and subjective lens. One would hope that, if he were evaluating someone else, whom he did not know nor have a relationship with, that he would be able to render a different verdict. The younger, may just be maturing & developing at a slower rate than some. Or who knows? They do say they grow up (in general) a whole lot slower than they used to. I don't know if it's true. It certainly is a different world - & a far different one than I grew up in. That is for sure. But regardless, you'd like to think there's still hope for him... one day! I can't defend the older's actions. Other than to say, I am happy that there was some remorse long after the fact. Which I'd suppose is better than none at all~ / It's always a difficult call, for a Parent to judge, and I think each one has to evaluate their own case individually, and decide what works best for their given situation. It is easy to take advice, heat & criticism from others. And while I have never been a parent myself, I'd imagine it's not "one size fits all?" Anyway, all I can do is speak from my experiences then, and that is from the child or children's (Adult) point of view. In my case, had they not supported me, at 27 - when all hope was lost - & in the midst of what would be the worst &/or the most tumultuous period of my mental health. In terms of severity, instability, and et cetera~ *then there is no question that I would not be here today. None at all, whatsoever. For in the vain, or spirit of; 'sink or swim.' I know which one would've happened to me. I almost went out to L.A., BLIND in like ... well, what was I? 24! And this when, my one closest & best friend, had had such a falling: that she would not allow me access back into our apt. in order to remove my furnitutre, so that my parents & sister would have to do so. This was like in Nov. And then she finally did grant them access, in more like April. So by that point & time, whatever steam & momentum I had gained & mounted up was LONG GONE. Anyway, she was older & I was. . . well, whatever I was? Anyway! Another long story (boring) for another day~ Godda admire that Italian passion. Equally upset, as emotionally, Up? Or happy as in electrically good (in terms of energy/or charisma/ or charge* n' charm, maybe!) // I think she's still ticked at me. Even though she did come visit me & bring me starbucks at the psych ward some 5 yrs. Later~ So, waht do you know? When people get angry at me, it is usually not "Lightly." HA~

Anyway--> Sorry for the side-bar, & tangent, there; i don't know where I go tlost: or what came over me? I believe that it is not over for your sons. In terms of hope & belief that they can change in the future. That they wish for your change in disability status to suit their own needs, however, is mind boggling & baffling to me, quite honestly. It'd be one thing if they were right, or as in correct, on some of their reads. Then it might be a different story. Though still, I'd favor some compassion in the name of family & the dynamic that should exist between Mother & Sons. My situation at home (living) was not ideal. It was uncomfortable, and awkward to put it mildly or best. They both worked unbelievably. So I didn't see them as often as I otherwise would have. And it was unbearable enough as it was. Becuase I did not belong there. And they knew this. And they made it known to me (that I was not overly welcome) often. Unable to always work, but being treated professionally by both psychiatry & psychology. They & their pHd brains & minds, could not wrap their minds around, at the time (& I'm not certain much has changed?) ...the fact that, one could be receiving such care, such as being on meds, for depression or anxiety. And yet -- STILL Not be well (or getting much better). This was just (simply) incomprehensible to them. And they took their frustrations with this out on me routinely. So that was fun. Still, while not a treat to live & work or be with - around all of the time when they were home. Which still was not often. As when they did get some time off, they took off & went somewhere else. To in part, anyway, get away from me. Even if they do like, or love to travel. So bringing it back to you, then. Maybe they can come around sooner to a point or place where they can still reach a better or higher place of respect, with you. I would certainly hope this for you. For I can tell how much it is weighing on you. heavily, and on your heart & such. So that is what I'd wish for you. It might have to start with depriving them of some of your care. Or I don't know. If you go "cold turkey," on them. As in pull the plug on all or a lot of / many - things. They might have a tough time adjusting to that change. When it is such a radical departure from what they've been used to & accustomed to, from you. But just do your best, and whatever you can and think you're capable of pulling off, and achieving. Above all else: here is what you should do. . . Put yourself first~!*