scent of cedar
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Things have blown up, again. We don't know the whole story yet, but it involves three police cars, five policemen (On the bright side? We know now, at long last, just how many policemen are required to take my (120 pound soaking wet), jay-bird naked, difficult child daughter down.), an impounded truck, running away from a hospital stark, as has been mentioned, naked, and being transferred, by ambulance and in restraints, to a lock-down psychiatric unit in the same city where she spent the winter homeless.
Attempted suicide, with anywhere from (6) to an entire bottle of, klonopin taken. According to difficult child, she was so upset about the two remaining children (who are living with their father) not being with her that she...took the klonopin, I guess.
(?)
Then? Headed out, top speed and devil take the hindmost, in the truck the father of difficult child's second child bought her.
Which is how and why that got impounded.
She has a cut and blackened eye. Nothing as bad as what I saw on her last summer, but disturbing, nonetheless.
New cell phone? Broke. I.D.? Lost. Remainder of money we were kind enough to give her? Lost, along with new driver's license. Though these things may (and I heartily hope they do) show up when difficult child gets the truck out of impound. Which we are not going to pay for and thank Heaven we gave her the amount of starting-over money we did.
We purchased freedom from guilt with that money ~ which is just what I told husband when he didn't want to do it.
Here is my question: Can all this be happening by chance? difficult child was a responsible, adult, math teacher with four children and a mortgage not so long ago. Is she throwing "things" away on purpose? Is she determined to go homeless, again? (Probably just after we leave to go South for the winter so I can really suffer the rigors of H*** about whether she has already frozen to death, or should I continue to worry.)
Ahem.
On a lighter note, granddaughter has been invited to the Homecoming dance by "a tall, handsome, well-mannered football player with good grades and blue eyes." She is adjusting well to life in her new school. Prefers to stay there with her father's relatives, rather than transferring schools again to come South with us. No longer wants to live with either difficult child or her father. Plans to do Winter Cheerleading, seems to be handling all classes well. With the focus of the drama being on the naked, urinary-catheter-and-IV-line-tearing-out, psychiatric-unit-enclosed difficult child, no one is helping granddaughter shop for her dress.
difficult child refuses to even think about it.
She seems determined that this event in granddaughter's life is going to take back burner status. I am on slow burn over that....
husband and I were saying last night that it is sad that an event of this nature, which would be a horrible crisis in another family, is such a mishmash of emotions for all of us.
Cedar
P.S. I have been doing a lot of calming, meditative things. My conclusion is that it will be funny things that gets us through this kind of crisis. I was even able to laugh with difficult child about the running around naked and winding up in the lock down unit of a psychiatric ward thing. I mean, it all seems so unbelievable! She didn't think it was so funny.
Frosting on the cake is that the neighbor (for those who don't know, difficult child and someone visiting our home from another state at the same time difficult child called to come in off the streets have developed a relationship) is still in the picture, too.
Truthfully, guys? This would make a sterling sit-com. Sometimes? I can't help but see it that way.
:O)
Something tells me I won't be laughing long, though.
I am making apple pies, today. Tomorrow, karate and then, into the city to volunteer to make pumpkin pies out of pumpkins grown by a city-sponsored garden. Yoga in the morning, and a Buddhist mediation on love that goes: "May I be well." Pause. "May I be happy." Pause. "May I be peaceful." Pause. "May I be loved." Pause. Then, you do the whole thing again for someone you love and then, for someone you dislike.
Interestingly enough, I could have done the last two parts on difficult child ~ both of them.
Attempted suicide, with anywhere from (6) to an entire bottle of, klonopin taken. According to difficult child, she was so upset about the two remaining children (who are living with their father) not being with her that she...took the klonopin, I guess.
(?)
Then? Headed out, top speed and devil take the hindmost, in the truck the father of difficult child's second child bought her.
Which is how and why that got impounded.
She has a cut and blackened eye. Nothing as bad as what I saw on her last summer, but disturbing, nonetheless.
New cell phone? Broke. I.D.? Lost. Remainder of money we were kind enough to give her? Lost, along with new driver's license. Though these things may (and I heartily hope they do) show up when difficult child gets the truck out of impound. Which we are not going to pay for and thank Heaven we gave her the amount of starting-over money we did.
We purchased freedom from guilt with that money ~ which is just what I told husband when he didn't want to do it.
Here is my question: Can all this be happening by chance? difficult child was a responsible, adult, math teacher with four children and a mortgage not so long ago. Is she throwing "things" away on purpose? Is she determined to go homeless, again? (Probably just after we leave to go South for the winter so I can really suffer the rigors of H*** about whether she has already frozen to death, or should I continue to worry.)
Ahem.
On a lighter note, granddaughter has been invited to the Homecoming dance by "a tall, handsome, well-mannered football player with good grades and blue eyes." She is adjusting well to life in her new school. Prefers to stay there with her father's relatives, rather than transferring schools again to come South with us. No longer wants to live with either difficult child or her father. Plans to do Winter Cheerleading, seems to be handling all classes well. With the focus of the drama being on the naked, urinary-catheter-and-IV-line-tearing-out, psychiatric-unit-enclosed difficult child, no one is helping granddaughter shop for her dress.
difficult child refuses to even think about it.
She seems determined that this event in granddaughter's life is going to take back burner status. I am on slow burn over that....
husband and I were saying last night that it is sad that an event of this nature, which would be a horrible crisis in another family, is such a mishmash of emotions for all of us.
Cedar
P.S. I have been doing a lot of calming, meditative things. My conclusion is that it will be funny things that gets us through this kind of crisis. I was even able to laugh with difficult child about the running around naked and winding up in the lock down unit of a psychiatric ward thing. I mean, it all seems so unbelievable! She didn't think it was so funny.
Frosting on the cake is that the neighbor (for those who don't know, difficult child and someone visiting our home from another state at the same time difficult child called to come in off the streets have developed a relationship) is still in the picture, too.
Truthfully, guys? This would make a sterling sit-com. Sometimes? I can't help but see it that way.
:O)
Something tells me I won't be laughing long, though.
I am making apple pies, today. Tomorrow, karate and then, into the city to volunteer to make pumpkin pies out of pumpkins grown by a city-sponsored garden. Yoga in the morning, and a Buddhist mediation on love that goes: "May I be well." Pause. "May I be happy." Pause. "May I be peaceful." Pause. "May I be loved." Pause. Then, you do the whole thing again for someone you love and then, for someone you dislike.
Interestingly enough, I could have done the last two parts on difficult child ~ both of them.
