I could never reach anyone on the phone at social services- so I went down there and told them I needed to speaak to someone about the waiver, applying for disability and getting help in general. She gave me a thick application to complete, so I completed it there and took it back up to the window. Then she said that I would receive a letter from a social worker. (Now mind you- on this application, I checked off emergency services needed, income was not covering bills and would decrease more over the next 30 days, child has disability and needs additional medical services, and that yes I did want to speak with a social worker, etc). Anyway, I asked if the letter would be a denial or acceptance letter or a letter with instructions or what and she said she didn't know. I told her the waiver was a state waiver and I was supposed to get interviewed and processed with a social worker prior to determination and she said she knew but didn't know how they went about it, she just knew I'd get a letter. I asked how long I could expect to wait on that letter and she said she didn't know. I hate to think what qualifies as an emergency to them.
So, difficult child and I are home. He's eating an orange and he's going to help me get dinner in the oven then take a shower and work on the Christmas tree that he started and wanted to finish.
I'm still mumbling under my breath about the principal. I'm trying to line up an advocate. I swear, this is a full time job in itself.
The way this whole discharge came about today- well, sw called and we discussed the things I wrote before. Then she said she wasn't sure when difficult child's discharge might be because psychiatrist hadn't come to the wing yet to check on patients. She said she or psychiatrist would probably call me after he checked on difficult child today. Then, about an hour later, psychiatrist calls and says difficult child is standing right next to him smiling and that he's ready to come home and he's been doing so well that he's discharging him. I just didn't have the heart to say that I'm not coming to pick him up. My son would have known- he was standing right there. I guess I better thicken my warrior skin a whole lot over the next few years, huh?