First, I'd like to say thank you to all you guys for your positive thoughts, prayers, rattled beads and hugs. They are wonderful, and thanks, B, for even starting that thread. I love you xoxoxox (and I'm gonna MySpace message you later with more details). Today was really rough. We got there at 9 AM. SO and I both took the day off work today. We did the paperwork stuff first. I handed in the physical, the dental records, birth certificate, soc. sec card, etc. They gave me a paper with phone numbers, contact information for the therapist, case manager, psychiatrist, etc, and times to call. They have a brunch once a month, gave me a 12 month schedule for that (lucky ours is already this Sunday). We went to the psychiatrist next. I HATED that part. He was a jerk, already, I dislike him. He wanted 8 years of history in 10 minutes. Didn't want to listen. Didn't want to take the time to hear anything. Didn't want to hear about side effects. Wanted yes or no answers to everything. I was really unhappy with him. I'm going to talk to the therapist about this tomorrow. He's not changing anything for two weeks, probably. He wants to see how Dylan is, now, on the Lithium. May increase it. May wean off. Dunno. He asked, after I gave him the list of all the stuff Dylan has been on, if I had ever tried the SSRI stuff (I think that's it). I said no. Zyprexa and another one he said. He talked so fast. He gave me a huge packet of all the drugs they try and what they do LOL! Ugh. Did the initial IEP stuff, just basically transferred the current one over. They're going to re-test everything with him. We'll see how that goes. They are on an all year school schedule. So, he goes to school Wednesday, but they had already started August first!!!!!!!!!! Then we went to his house. Saw his room. Did all that. We watched the group therapy session. Dylan is all over the place. Bouncing, not paying attention, totally not himself. medications aren't working, he's in some other world, hypomanic, inattentive. I'm cringing for him. So, he called at 6 PM. He said he had already lost his CD player for the night, it's locked up, because he was told it was time for dinner and he didn't move fast enough. He was crying. OMG, I can't handle that. I didn't cry with him on the phone, but as soon as I hung up, I did. He's not in a mental state that he can pay attention or learn from these people. I understand it's strict, routine, I think the place and everything in it is awesome, but they want to watch him 2 weeks on this medicine that's not doing anything, they will see no result. He can't sit still one millisecond. He is not comprehending squat. It's gonna be fun. Thanks for all the support.