I know a lot of you are soon waking up to Peter’s videos and no doubt a frenzy of concern and perhaps panic will ensue. I worry about Peter. I’ve worried about him for 13 years. As much as I’ve worried about people in my own life who I love, some of whom struggle and have struggled with the same issues and illness Peter has. We don’t know if the photos are new, if he’s habitually using, slipping up, or reminiscing in that gut-punching, raw way he sometimes does, that way that turns your stomach and takes you into the darkest corners of his pain. It’s always been a shock to find such casual horror inside such a gentle man. I do know speculation doesn’t help, nor anger, nor sadness, nor disappointment. All of those emotions are a burden for us and for him. All we can do is surround him with what Carl once called a “tsunami of love,” and hope that if he’s looking for a way home that love will support the weight of his journey. But Peter is sick, he will always be sick, even when he’s clean. Addiction is a lifelong affliction, and it’d be naive to believe he walked out of Hope into the sunset never to struggle again. Whatever the reason he’s looking inside himself in the bleak way he feels he must right now, let’s just remind him that we love him. Unconditionally, as we always have.
Your family is so lovely- I love following fellow lgbt+ families and seeing all our similarities and differences. I just had twins 7 weeks ago and my toddler is having a very rough time with the transition. Now that both babies are home from the hospital, my toddler is throwing huge fits and having very bad sleep regression. How did your little boy deal with his new baby? Any tips?