Today is my sons birthday

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I've made a post about him before. I believe he suffers from schitzophrenia but he refuses help and there's nothing my husband nor I can do since he is an adult. Right now my son is living on the street. He has been living like this, on and off for a year and a half. He comes home and is ok for awhile and then his schitzophrenia becomes an issue again. This last time (just within the last month) is probably the last time we will allow him to come back home. We allowed him back because we were having frigid temps, going down to below 0. When he came in he was fine, but it was noticeable that he was having problems but he seemed to be trying to keep it under control. I have told you guys before that he locks himself in his room, he literally uses a dead bolt and even has his window nailed shut. With all of this, he still says people come into his room. This past time, this is what caused us to have to ask him to leave. He woke up that morning, coming out of his room with that wild look in his eye, that the schitzophrenia is taking over. He was very agitated and said someone (his brother to be exact) had been in his room overnight and had pulled his pants down. My husband and I tried to talk sense into him but it just was not working. We told him we would take him into town and he couldn't stay. He wouldn't leave and locked himself into his room and stayed there until around 3:30 and when he came out of his room he had his back pack and a steel pole in his hands. He said, "Take me to town." I told my husband I would stay home and he took our son to town by himself. When my husband got home, HE was visibly agitated. He said he had stopped where our son asked him too and as he was getting out of the car (son was sitting in the back seat) he swiped at my husband with that steel pole. If it hadn't been for my husbands head rest he would have really hurt my husband. As it was my husband had a mark on his face from his temple to his ear. While my husband was gone, our son sent me a text asking if his dad had made it home yet. I told him no. My husband got home, but I still told my son he wasn't here. He messaged several times. asking the same thing. When he realized I just wasn't going to answer him, he said, "Well when dad gets there, tell him I said 'PING'" UGHHHHHH