Finally called the police, with some help yesterday. A little background; difficult child had been very aggressive on Tues and Wed., hitting, punching, slapping and kicking me. Wed. evening I told him if you hit me one more time I will have to call the police. I knew I had to draw the line and I drew it. I prepared husband (who left town on Thurs. a.m.) that a call to the police would happen in the next few days. So... yesterday I picked him up from school at 9ish to take him to the psychiatrist. She had already had word from difficult child's counselor that he had been violent at home the night before. (I had contacted her immediately on Wed. evening) The p-dr. told difficult child that Mom should absolutely call the police when he hit me. She explained assault again, etc. He understood. On the ride home he was convinced he was sick. ( I explained his stomach probably felt bad because he was tense, that wasn't a fun meeting and that is what bodies do when people are upset) I told him he was not going home. Of course much arguing, debating, yelling, kicking the car went on as we drove to school. He threatened to grab the wheel and then hit my driving arm. We were a couple minutes from school. I didn't even speak to him. As I parked he told me he wasn't coming in. I took the keys, my coffee (I knew this was going to take a while) and my purse and walked into school. The principal is very supportive and knows the situation. I gave her the update an said I need to call police. She made some calls for advice and then called the police for me! It had to be done and I was glad I was able to do it with some support in the room. difficult child sat in the car for a half hour then made his way in where the principal placed him in a conference room. The cop came and took him to the squad car and had a talk with him. He came back into the office in tears and apologized. The office staff scooted him away for lunch in the conference room so he could compose himself and I thanked everyone and left. A report was made. No charges were made. The officer said she put the fear of God in him. It is odd, but I feel very good about the whole thing in a very upside down sort of way. I followed through and I feel back in control. Of course more calls will most likely be made to police in order to deal with his behavior, but it is a huge first step. I felt pretty shaky preparing for the officer's arrival, but I felt so much better when I left the school. I was surprised. He came home as if nothing happened. He was mad at me for various things last night, but there was no hitting. Bad words, anger, but no hitting. I know this is just the beginning, but any start is a good start.