the very first thing i heard when they were talking about him was: “his parents should be in jail!”

he is 20 years old, i would say approximately a little over 5 feet, and weighs 589 pounds. he has multiple wounds on his buttocks. his skin is scaling off. he is unable to turn to his side by himself, not able to clean himself, and admits being extremely embarassed that we had to do almost everything for him.

one thing that breaks my heart about the whole thing is that he is so young. at his age, he should be living the good life…fun, friends, endless possibilities. but he isn’t, because he can’t. literally.

people in our unit have a lot of sympathy towards him, and they also have a lot of things to say about him. they mostly agree on one thing: his parents should be blamed.

unable to make a strong opinion about it, i wonder what exactly compelled everyone to conclude, without a doubt, that it was his parents’ fault that he gained all that weight.

i don’t know what to think. i am a parent. i also don’t know what to say, because i have parents.

as a parent, the line to cross is very thin. i worry about saying anything that will impress my kids that eating and weight is the end all, be all of life. i worry that they will think if they gain a little weight they should be ashamed to the point of killing themselves slowly by being anorexic. i worry that if i don’t say anything, they will end up in a hospital, lie in that big boy bed, stinking and humiliated because it takes four to five  nurses just to clean their butt.

as a parent, everything extreme worries me. the challenge to maintain a balance is difficult, it keeps me awake at night. it bothers me that we are living at such a time when the simple act of eating becomes such a stressful, sensitive issue.

as somebody’s child, where does one stand? when your weight gets out of control for all sort of reasons, is it really that easy to put the blame on your parents for not taking control?

he has wounds that shouldn’t have been there. he can’t breathe just because of his size. i help three other nurses so he doesn’t lie on his own poop. he puts a washcloth on his mouth so we won’t hear him scream in pain. he keeps saying sorry for being such a pain, he said we have no idea how embarassed he is.

i want to blame someone, or something. 
but i don’t know how, and i don’t know who, or what.