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My son called to tell me the liver clinic threw him out finally.
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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 668488" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>You are right Feeling. I will call the social worker at the hospital.</p><p></p><p>They are very mean to me at the clinic. They have blamed me saying, "if it is so important to you, why didn't you see that he got here." The manager said that last time I called to advocate for him, I reminded her that he is mentally ill. She answered he had already missed 4 appointments and any other patient they would have dismissed after 3 misses. They know he is mentally ill.</p><p></p><p>Or the first time we went, we went on the train, and 8 hour trip back and forth. This was the first time we knew that his liver enzymes had spiked.</p><p></p><p>This time it was not his fault. We had not received the voice mail that they had left on the phone, about his appointment. So, we both missed the first one.</p><p></p><p>The head of the department was his doctor. A woman about my age or older. My son was sullen. Borderline disrespectful. He was terrified. She felt put upon she said because she had made a special trip for that missed appointment.</p><p></p><p>She screamed at me. She could not scream at my son, the patient. So she screamed at me. She accused me for his missing the appointment. The resident that was with her, observing, I will never forget how appalled he was. I will never forget his face. I am a medical professional. I know how wrong she was.</p><p></p><p>They asked me to leave. I went to the waiting room. I cried. When my son came out he stormed off. Alone I walked down the avenues in the fog until I got to an Italian restaurant/cafe. I sat in a booth alone drinking wine and crying. I could care less what the other patrons thought as the restaurant filled up. I sobbed until I got to the motel near the beach where we knew the owners. I sobbed to my mother on the phone who was still living then. She would not die until 5 years later.</p><p></p><p>I cannot call that clinic again. It is a good idea about the social worker. I will do that on Monday. My son receives SSI for mental illness. He acquired his disease from his mother who was a drug addict and who died of AIDS. It is too much for a young person to bear. Any young person. My son must hate himself that he bears his birth parents' stigma. I understand that.</p><p></p><p>There is a point where one cannot bear the agony and the fear anymore. I feel ashamed telling you that, who has borne so much that was intolerable, for so long.</p><p></p><p>I still feel my son could have protected me. If he could not protect himself, he should have protected me. He could have canceled that appointment. If he felt unable to go, he could have canceled it. Or he could have told me to cancel it. My son, conspiracy theories or not, is not psychotic. </p><p></p><p>When he first told me that he was considering not going, afraid, I told him I would call the hospital and cancel. Then I rethought, and realized it was his business to handle it. </p><p></p><p>And when he called back, I told him that I was sorry to butt in and he should handle it as he chooses. </p><p></p><p>Maybe I feel it is my fault.</p><p></p><p>The day before the appointment he said he was going. Oh well. There are other liver clinics in other cities I guess, if he ever decides he wants treatment. </p><p></p><p>Thank you for answering me, Feeling.</p><p></p><p>COPA</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 668488, member: 18958"] You are right Feeling. I will call the social worker at the hospital. They are very mean to me at the clinic. They have blamed me saying, "if it is so important to you, why didn't you see that he got here." The manager said that last time I called to advocate for him, I reminded her that he is mentally ill. She answered he had already missed 4 appointments and any other patient they would have dismissed after 3 misses. They know he is mentally ill. Or the first time we went, we went on the train, and 8 hour trip back and forth. This was the first time we knew that his liver enzymes had spiked. This time it was not his fault. We had not received the voice mail that they had left on the phone, about his appointment. So, we both missed the first one. The head of the department was his doctor. A woman about my age or older. My son was sullen. Borderline disrespectful. He was terrified. She felt put upon she said because she had made a special trip for that missed appointment. She screamed at me. She could not scream at my son, the patient. So she screamed at me. She accused me for his missing the appointment. The resident that was with her, observing, I will never forget how appalled he was. I will never forget his face. I am a medical professional. I know how wrong she was. They asked me to leave. I went to the waiting room. I cried. When my son came out he stormed off. Alone I walked down the avenues in the fog until I got to an Italian restaurant/cafe. I sat in a booth alone drinking wine and crying. I could care less what the other patrons thought as the restaurant filled up. I sobbed until I got to the motel near the beach where we knew the owners. I sobbed to my mother on the phone who was still living then. She would not die until 5 years later. I cannot call that clinic again. It is a good idea about the social worker. I will do that on Monday. My son receives SSI for mental illness. He acquired his disease from his mother who was a drug addict and who died of AIDS. It is too much for a young person to bear. Any young person. My son must hate himself that he bears his birth parents' stigma. I understand that. There is a point where one cannot bear the agony and the fear anymore. I feel ashamed telling you that, who has borne so much that was intolerable, for so long. I still feel my son could have protected me. If he could not protect himself, he should have protected me. He could have canceled that appointment. If he felt unable to go, he could have canceled it. Or he could have told me to cancel it. My son, conspiracy theories or not, is not psychotic. When he first told me that he was considering not going, afraid, I told him I would call the hospital and cancel. Then I rethought, and realized it was his business to handle it. And when he called back, I told him that I was sorry to butt in and he should handle it as he chooses. Maybe I feel it is my fault. The day before the appointment he said he was going. Oh well. There are other liver clinics in other cities I guess, if he ever decides he wants treatment. Thank you for answering me, Feeling. COPA [/QUOTE]
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