evening. I was at the health club after work trying to squeeze in a workout before heading to see difficult child. While at the club the social worker from the psychiatric hospital called. She asked what we needed for difficult child to come home and I replied we needed him to be safe. She asked what if that didn't happen. Had we considered residential? She said she thinks it is definitely something we need to talk about if not for now then maybe for the future.
Then I went to visit difficult child. Our visit started off great and we went to the gym to play badminton. They have a small net set up and we were having a really fun time playing. At one point (I'm not sure why) difficult child got frustrated and accidentally knocked down the net. When we couldn't it get it back together he became very upset. I tried to redirect him to playing basketball (no go). Then he started swearing at me, screaming at me, and grabbed my sweatshirt near my neck and threatened me. I ended up going for help and he ended up spiraling from there (I've seen him worse but I don't think the hospital has seen him quite so escalated before). He even tried to block me from leaving (at the same time he started smiling when the other staff stepped in.
By the time I got to my car I just sat and cried.
Later the psychiatrist called. She also brought up residential but did think we could also still work on the medications. Interestingly enough, husband's therapist also brought it up today.
I'm beyond exhausted (wish I had a day to sleep in tomorrow).
Then I went to visit difficult child. Our visit started off great and we went to the gym to play badminton. They have a small net set up and we were having a really fun time playing. At one point (I'm not sure why) difficult child got frustrated and accidentally knocked down the net. When we couldn't it get it back together he became very upset. I tried to redirect him to playing basketball (no go). Then he started swearing at me, screaming at me, and grabbed my sweatshirt near my neck and threatened me. I ended up going for help and he ended up spiraling from there (I've seen him worse but I don't think the hospital has seen him quite so escalated before). He even tried to block me from leaving (at the same time he started smiling when the other staff stepped in.
By the time I got to my car I just sat and cried.
Later the psychiatrist called. She also brought up residential but did think we could also still work on the medications. Interestingly enough, husband's therapist also brought it up today.
I'm beyond exhausted (wish I had a day to sleep in tomorrow).