A few months ago we kicked Ryan out of the house
because of his drunken behavior,
and the damage he caused to our property.
He kicked in the front door twice.
He shattered my patio table,
and then he even took a rock
and scratched up my car.
There was really no other choice.
We had to lock all the doors,
change the locks.
He would come back to the house
and we would tell him,
"You're not allowed here."
I'd tell my mom,
"Honestly, you can't do that.
He's gonna die on the streets."
And she said,
"I'm done dealing with it.
He's had so many chances
and I just can't talk to him anymore."
I'm like,
"How can you do that to your own son?"
How can you do that to your own son?
That's what you have compassion for?
He shatters the table,
takes a rock,
bashes in her car,
calls her every name in the book.
You still wanna feel bad for him?
Well, I guess--
Because there's a time for compassion.
And then there's a time for action.
Right?
Right.
And we're at a time for action, right?
Oh, yeah.
Well, here's what Ryan has to say.
My family thinks I'm out of control.
Why don't you go over by those bushes?
Why don't you call my boyfriend?
Excuse me, I'm not calling--
(mock crying)
If I need to fix my issues,
then they'd better get their self in check.
I think they're out of control
for kicking me out of the house in a 105 degree weather.
I had to sleep on benches and the street corners.
I almost got dehydration and heat stroke.
I feel like a lot of times
my family just turns their back on me
and doesn't care about my wellbeing.
It makes me feel like I'm just scum.
(dramatic music)
My world has fallen apart since
my great grandmother,
Granny's, death.
She was like the real mother.
She nurtured me and now I'm alone.
(dramatic music)
I act out a lot of the times
because my family doesn't understand me.
They don't listen unless I'm doing something crazy.
Can things just happen,
like,
and just make it work and (beep)
and not (beep) try to like...
(mock crying)
You know?
Because it's irritating,
agitating.
I know I drink a lot,
but I drink so I don't have to worry about
if my family loves me or not.
I don't ever think I start the arguments.
I'm just always provoked.
I feel like my grandma and my mom,
whenever we have a fight or a disagreement,
they always feel like they have to bring up the past.
Those are the triggering points that I start yelling
and get really mad because they think
they can say whatever they wanna say.
(dramatic music)
I'm a happy-go-lucky person,
but if you poke the bear then I'll become out of control.
You shut the (beep) up.
Shut the (beep) up,
because it's just a phone call away to make you shut up.
I hope you do.
I don't like it when I get violent and angry,
but I feel like that's the only way
they're gonna listen to me.
(dramatic music)
Okay.
How are you doing?
I'm good.
You were two and a half hours late today, why?
Just running late,
nervous and anxiety.
This morning,
we had to send a staffer to the hotel,
as we were told that Ryan was not leaving the room.
When our staffer talked to Ryan in person,
he claimed he was just running late
because he had to, quote,
"Look good".
(knocks on door)
Hi, Dr. Phil.
This is Heather.
I'm trying to get my son, Ryan,
so we can get to your show.
As far as I know,
he's not drunk this morning.
He was drunk yesterday,
but he's refusing to come down.
(knocks on door)
You guys,
open the door.
(dramatic music)
(knocks on door)
Hey guys, this is Michael.
I'm from the Dr. Phil show.
Can you open the door please?
Oh, we're just late.
We're running late,
that's all.
Why are you running late?
Because we had to look good.
Did you have any issues last night?
No.
Don't lie, Ryan.
I didn't have any issues whatsoever.
Yes, you did.
Don't lie.
What?
I was having stomach issues.
You were having stomach issues?
Stomach problems.
Are you feeling okay this morning?
Yeah.
(dramatic music)
(cans clinking)
I'm sure there's a vodka bottle somewhere (indistinct).
Is that the alcohol
that was consumed last night?
I don't know,
I wouldn't say so.
Dr. Phil is waiting for us,
we gotta go.
(dramatic music)
Are you here for a reason?
Yeah, to get advice on my alcohol issue.
Okay.
People don't usually show up late.
They're usually compliant and do what they think,
'cause people work really hard to get here.
Yeah.
And then we gotta come find you.
I don't get it.
That seems like really arrogant,
entitled behavior.
And if I had known about it then
you wouldn't be here now
because I'd have told them to send your ass back home.
Why do you abuse these women in your family?
I just get angry and upset at them.
So I just have anger towards them.
Everybody gets angry and upset.
That doesn't give you the right
to call your mother a (beep).
What the hell is that about?