We had our first visit with difficult child at the inpatient treatment center. She's only been there for a week so maybe I was expecting too much but difficult child was the same old difficult child. She spent the hour we were there working hard to try to get us to agree to let her come home after the month is up.
We told her that we thought a half-way house would be the best option and she flat out said she refused to go to one. She threatened to check out of the treatment center if we wouldn't say she could come home at the end of the month. We stuck to our guns and asked her where she would go if she left and she said she would live in her car. I said, "well, if that's what you want."
At one point she stormed out to have a cigarette and we asked the nurse if we should leave. She told us to go out and get some fresh air and she would talk to difficult child and see if she wanted us to stay. She came out a few minutes later and said difficult child had calmed down and wanted us to stay.
Well, that was just to start the barrage again. This time we didn't love her if we wouldn't let her come home. Oh, and her counselor said that the best thing would be for difficult child to live at home and attend outpatient treatment, counseling, and daily AA meetings. It went on and on . . .
Then she started on how half-way houses aren't safe and she would be afraid and her anxiety disorder would go through the roof. She even claimed to have been raped at one of the extended stay hotels that we paid for (this is the second time she has said this even though at the time she just said some man had knocked on her door repeatedly and then called her room and said very explicit sexual things to her). We moved her to a different extended stay hotel the next morning after she called and told us what had happened. She claimed tonight that because of what happened she only feels safe at our house.
She was mad that we forgot the stamps she had requested but didn't thank us for the other things that we brought her. Nor did she thank us for the three packs of cigarettes that we brought her. Instead we heard how other patients' families had brought them cartons because they love them (implying of course that we don't love difficult child).
I don't even want to go back next week. We drove three hours round trip for that??
~Kathy
We told her that we thought a half-way house would be the best option and she flat out said she refused to go to one. She threatened to check out of the treatment center if we wouldn't say she could come home at the end of the month. We stuck to our guns and asked her where she would go if she left and she said she would live in her car. I said, "well, if that's what you want."
At one point she stormed out to have a cigarette and we asked the nurse if we should leave. She told us to go out and get some fresh air and she would talk to difficult child and see if she wanted us to stay. She came out a few minutes later and said difficult child had calmed down and wanted us to stay.
Well, that was just to start the barrage again. This time we didn't love her if we wouldn't let her come home. Oh, and her counselor said that the best thing would be for difficult child to live at home and attend outpatient treatment, counseling, and daily AA meetings. It went on and on . . .
Then she started on how half-way houses aren't safe and she would be afraid and her anxiety disorder would go through the roof. She even claimed to have been raped at one of the extended stay hotels that we paid for (this is the second time she has said this even though at the time she just said some man had knocked on her door repeatedly and then called her room and said very explicit sexual things to her). We moved her to a different extended stay hotel the next morning after she called and told us what had happened. She claimed tonight that because of what happened she only feels safe at our house.
She was mad that we forgot the stamps she had requested but didn't thank us for the other things that we brought her. Nor did she thank us for the three packs of cigarettes that we brought her. Instead we heard how other patients' families had brought them cartons because they love them (implying of course that we don't love difficult child).
I don't even want to go back next week. We drove three hours round trip for that??
~Kathy