It has been a tough week for my household. The last few weeks my son has been acting stranger and stranger....then everything went haywire in a matter of minutes, we were living in HECK!! I have been attacked by scissors/knives/punches/scratches/kicks/spit/biting anything he could get his hands on got thrown at me. I found a knife hidden in his room, I could go on and on and on.... but I don't want to get in details. He had to leave. I could not allow this to continue, it was the most devastating thing I have been thru. I looked for help for him here, but couldn't find anything other than calling the cops and jail/psychiatric hospital. he needs so much more, and I could no longer provide it. Thank the Lord that his bio-dad stepped up and said he could take him. He is several hundred miles away from me now, and I cry everyday, but know I made the best decision for him. I don't know if he just needed his dad and didn't know how to tell me. I don't know if I didn't set good enough boundries. I don't know anything anymore but that my life is turned completely upside down. There is a ton of mental health help VERY close by to where dad lives, and my difficult child used to actually go to the day treatment school there, before we moved. It has been exactly almost to the minute of when we left to take him down, and it is so hard on myself and my husband. But on a good note, he has been fine there, not one single problem. I am sure it is honeymoon period. We will see, but his dad and I both agree, that if he moved, there is no moving back It hurts, it is hard, it is sad, I can't even describe the emotion I am dealing with, I have a huge support network with friends and family, and they won't let me sit around and dwell on it. They listen to me cry and sob and laugh about good times. And I am glad they are around. I am also seeking help with my MD and a counselor. I finally realize that I am NOT Superwoman and I cannot handle it all. I think the hardest part of this whole thing is being caller a loser and told that I am giving up, when I know I am not giving up, I am giving more opportunity. Those words came from my own mother. Just aggrevated at the whole ordeal.....it was so scary. His dad will get him the help he needs down there, and I have wonderful health insurance that will cover it. I have just been asking everyone for prayers for my son. I just want what is best for him, and I just want him to be a functioning part of society, I just want him to be happy. That's not too much to ask is it?