greenstockings
Member
I was at the gym today and my phone rang. I usually silence it but I forgot. It was a doctor from the local psychiatric hospital's ER. My son (22yo difficult child) went there for help today. We tossed him out a few days after Xmas. He spent a few days in another hospital's psychiatric ward, denying that anything was wrong. They discharged him and he's been couch-surfing for a couple of weeks, and spent last night in a homeless shelter downtown. I think it was a wake-up call.
Anyway, he's been admitted and will spend some time there, and will then enter a day program. We have agreed to let him come home and work on things, knowing fully well that it's going to take a lot of work and that he might backslide and end up tossed out again. But I do feel better knowing that he's attempting to get help for his anxiety and depression. He has a really hard time talking about his feelings, enough that the ER doctor was taken aback by it. My husband and I are hoping that this is a new start, but our expectations are low.
Anyway, he's been admitted and will spend some time there, and will then enter a day program. We have agreed to let him come home and work on things, knowing fully well that it's going to take a lot of work and that he might backslide and end up tossed out again. But I do feel better knowing that he's attempting to get help for his anxiety and depression. He has a really hard time talking about his feelings, enough that the ER doctor was taken aback by it. My husband and I are hoping that this is a new start, but our expectations are low.