Janna
New Member
Yeah.
D came home today visibly manic. Eyes bulging, again, flush face, rambling, racing thoughts. therapist at partial said (and his points confirm) a very inconsisent day of up and down behaviors.
He was very, very active. He was annoyed there wasn't anything he really likes (there is, but he means high carb fatty stuff like chips and cookies) for snack. He whined, I said "then don't have snack".
"You can f*ck yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me?????????
Calmly, walking over and taking points. That, in itself, was enough to lose video game privelages. So, he's walking behind me, "I want my PSP", "I want my PSP"...over and over and over. I'm washing dishes, doing laundry, chatting with B.
I tell D to go to his room and listen to his music to calm himself. He goes, slamming doors, throwing the laundry basket down the stairs (breaks into 100 pieces), slamming the baby gate upstairs against my bedroom door (broken now). Stereo is blasting. I walk up, open the door, and nicely ask him to turn it down. I don't wait for a response. I close the door.
He turns it down and starts spewing. "F'ing a-hole" (to who? I guess me, he was in there alone) over and over. Then the stereo goes back up.
I open the door, again to tell him to turn it down, and watch him throw his head through the glass. Shattered it. Head's all scratched up (thank GOD he didn't cut himself).
Called Crisis, then wondered why bother. Have to go to E.R. for 8-10 hours to wait, then up to the psychiatric hospital which is 2 hrs away. Last time I got to E.R. at 8 AM, got home at 2 AM. No thanks.
psychiatrist finally called (after I called her office and not so nicely told her secretary that if she's too busy to call me then to let me know and I'll find service elsewhere) and told me to give him a 100 mg. Seroquel LOL! That was her big advice. She has nothing else and nowhere to go with him. She's clueless. Nice, eh?
Told me to call MH/MR worker and tell her I have her recommendation for the psychiatric Residential Treatment Facility (RTF). This Residential Treatment Facility (RTF) is unlike the last - it's not all cushy with equine therapy and loads of play dates with the pets. Bogus. All psychiatric - mental illness related - and NO predetermined discharge dates (D got his discharge date at the last Residential Treatment Facility (RTF) upon admission LOLOL can you imagine?).
So, guess I'm going to tour this Residential Treatment Facility (RTF) soon. And, he will have to go. Wow - like, 4 weeks ago he was doing great. I mean, great. I had an appointment Monday to talk to the School District about mainstream LMAO! Now, this.
He is a very sick little boy. I can't even imagine what goes through his head. Of course, I've received an apology note and he wrote "I will not break stuff", voluntarily, on a sheet of paper (both sides, yet).
*sigh*
D came home today visibly manic. Eyes bulging, again, flush face, rambling, racing thoughts. therapist at partial said (and his points confirm) a very inconsisent day of up and down behaviors.
He was very, very active. He was annoyed there wasn't anything he really likes (there is, but he means high carb fatty stuff like chips and cookies) for snack. He whined, I said "then don't have snack".
"You can f*ck yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me?????????
Calmly, walking over and taking points. That, in itself, was enough to lose video game privelages. So, he's walking behind me, "I want my PSP", "I want my PSP"...over and over and over. I'm washing dishes, doing laundry, chatting with B.
I tell D to go to his room and listen to his music to calm himself. He goes, slamming doors, throwing the laundry basket down the stairs (breaks into 100 pieces), slamming the baby gate upstairs against my bedroom door (broken now). Stereo is blasting. I walk up, open the door, and nicely ask him to turn it down. I don't wait for a response. I close the door.
He turns it down and starts spewing. "F'ing a-hole" (to who? I guess me, he was in there alone) over and over. Then the stereo goes back up.
I open the door, again to tell him to turn it down, and watch him throw his head through the glass. Shattered it. Head's all scratched up (thank GOD he didn't cut himself).
Called Crisis, then wondered why bother. Have to go to E.R. for 8-10 hours to wait, then up to the psychiatric hospital which is 2 hrs away. Last time I got to E.R. at 8 AM, got home at 2 AM. No thanks.
psychiatrist finally called (after I called her office and not so nicely told her secretary that if she's too busy to call me then to let me know and I'll find service elsewhere) and told me to give him a 100 mg. Seroquel LOL! That was her big advice. She has nothing else and nowhere to go with him. She's clueless. Nice, eh?
Told me to call MH/MR worker and tell her I have her recommendation for the psychiatric Residential Treatment Facility (RTF). This Residential Treatment Facility (RTF) is unlike the last - it's not all cushy with equine therapy and loads of play dates with the pets. Bogus. All psychiatric - mental illness related - and NO predetermined discharge dates (D got his discharge date at the last Residential Treatment Facility (RTF) upon admission LOLOL can you imagine?).
So, guess I'm going to tour this Residential Treatment Facility (RTF) soon. And, he will have to go. Wow - like, 4 weeks ago he was doing great. I mean, great. I had an appointment Monday to talk to the School District about mainstream LMAO! Now, this.
He is a very sick little boy. I can't even imagine what goes through his head. Of course, I've received an apology note and he wrote "I will not break stuff", voluntarily, on a sheet of paper (both sides, yet).
*sigh*