I can relate. Through all my troubles in this life I was so proud and a little arrogant about my three bright wonderful sons. Now grown, oldest has a heart issue and food issues contributing to weight which I fear will cut his life short, middle one suffers from profound depression and hasn't had a full time job in over two years, has a wife and three kids, and feels buried, and last December youngest had a psychotic break (he has been living with his dad for 9 years) and well all were thinking he was just a slacker twentysomething (quit school a couple of years ago, no job etc) and it turns out he may have been on the downward slide and that was why he was having problems, and now is officially diagnosed as schizophrenic. Damn my genes, or my sins, or fate or whatever.