DS's behaviors have been out of control today, and it's only 8am. He's supposed to go to preschool in 30 minutes, and then I have an appointment, but I know if I take him that I'm going to get called in an hour to come get him, so what's the point. I don't know what to do. I feel like for the safety of the other kids in my house something needs to change. I hate this. I wish I could understand what I did to make him like this. I go back to when he was born and I got so sick and couldn't take care of him. I feel like I caused some type of problem by getting sick. This is my fault, but there isn't anything I can do to fix it. I'm feeling so lost and I can't get him the help he needs. I feel like driving to the mental hospital and saying take him or take me, but one of us needs to go. I just wish I could fix him. I can't imagine how miserable he must be to tell his siblings he hates them and to scream and yell and hit us all the time.