It is 3:30 a.m. here, as I sit and wait for my son to come home. I would prefer to be sleeping! He left, once again, in the middle of the night, and I don't know where he is. His cell phone is off. He regularly manipulates to work situations to his advantage, even with interventions in place over a very long period of time. In one instance, some weeks ago, he left the house after curfew on a school night. I warned him not to leave but he ignored me. I then locked all doors and did not answer the door later when he (finally) arrived after 1 a.m., thinking that would make a difference to stop future occurrences -- silly me! He chose to break our cellar door in order to get into the house. We are in the process of trying to get home-based services, (after many other attempts to help our son with his challenges); these services being recommended by his psychiatrist, which will be through the same case manager I was in contact with at the end of last summer (when we were experiencing similar problems). At that time, that particular case manager told me he would give me no information over the phone/would not meet with my husband and I as to options unless my son was present; it ended up my son did not want to attend the meeting we had set up. End of that story. One of many dead ends. I am regularly reminded that my son has rights, options, and choices...tired of hearing that, too, especially when our lives are turned upside down by our son's antics.