My son was shot in July 2012, and at the time I was at work when I found out it was devastating to me. He is only 20 years old, and he is paralyzed from his shoulders down. He has been in several hospitals, and a nursing home. I promised him to bring him home, and I did after a struggle. Now he is home, and it is so hard to vent when I have no one to vent to. My husband helps but he doesn't really know how I feel. The most important thing is I don't know what to do, because he don't want to even get out of bed, and I feel that he has given up on me as well as himself.