It is done. I have been forced into a corner. difficult child is on her way to residential tomorrow or Thursday. I have been considering this for a while now, but after last weeks' incidents. I have no choice. After several escalations, I was instructed by the "emergency support services" that I should contact the police. Only to have them come and ask me why I continue to call them, as they can do nothing to help us. Then the following questions ensue. When will she be going to residential, how long will she be there, a couple of days, a few weeks? Here's the kicker, I should consider my self lucky because they could press charges on us but it would accomplish nothing so they don't see it as productive. In other words. Hurry up This has got to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Harder than surviving her very violent and increasingly frequent outbursts. I feel like someone literally ripped my heart out. As many have pointed out, if she had a physical ailment, we wouldn't hesitate to get treatment, but why does this feel so much more difficult? I've been sitting here trying to figure out what I am going to do with my time. After so many years of putting out constant fires, I'm not sure I know how to function as the "average human" My brain is telling me what I need to do, but I can't seem to muster the energy or want to make it happen. easy child who is starting to not be such a easy child is graduating high school this year, husband is slowly coming out of hiding but not fast enough for my liking and I feel like I am just moving, not functioning. Fortunately, difficult child is very excited about beginning the program. She can't wait to get away and so perfectly put, start new. I truly hope that this is a new start for the whole family. I hope difficult child does want to improve her quality of life and ours. I am tired of being a hostage to the chaos, emotional outbursts and inevitable phone calls. Hopefully better days ahead.