Well, it's been a rough few days, but suffice it to say, difficult child 2 was hospitalized yesterday for his 3rd time. Since his father's death he has steadily spiraled downward. Tuesday night he crossed the line. Through the course of his meltdown he grabbed me by the throat and pinned me to the wall, screaming I'm going to kill you. The look on his face was a mix of absolute rage and absolute terror. It sent chills all over. We spent 6 hours in the ER that night, got sent home (only because he was calm, almost falling asleep, and they had a bed waiting for him for the next morning) We were sent to a short-term Residential Treatment Center (RTC) (their description, not mine) over in South Carolina where he was admitted yesterday. I meet with the doctors today at 1pm for an initial treatment plan. He'll spend 3-14 days on the unit he's in now while they decide if he needs longer inpatient care or their intensive outpatient program. If he needs longer inpatient care, they will find him a bed at the state hospital down in south Georgia. He'll have up to 30 days there for them to find him a bed in an Residential Treatment Center (RTC). So far, this whole thing seems surreal. It also seems like alot of shuffling him around before getting him situated somewhere, but that's the way we have to do it in order for insurance to cover it. (Talk about going around your to get to your elbow!!) What a pain! I don't know what to expect at this point. I don't know what the docs will recommend this afternoon. I'm not sure I really care one way or another how we go about doing this - that's just details - I just want them to help my son before he hurts someone else. The kid is 13 years old, weighs in at 154lbs, with size 9 shoes. He outweighs me, is stronger than me, is taller than me, and when full of rage, is as strong (if not stronger) than a full grown man. (He's wearing his father's cloths, so at 13 he's as big as his father & not done growing yet!!) I just want him to get the help he needs. How we do that & what hoops we have to jump through for insurance purposes is secondary, at this point. I am just so doggone tired and sore and just....defeated.