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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 696108" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>Thank you Darkwing, and everybody.</p><p></p><p>I did not tell him I needed him to go into a treatment facility. I said treatment. Because he had had the 2nd violent outburst since his arrival to my home and destruction of property. And then remorseful, or feigning remorse who knows, he told the psychiatrist he had suicidal thoughts, went to the alternative to hospitalization crisis unit--and then it was all clear cut.</p><p></p><p>No staying here without treatment. I gave him 10 days. There were joints all over my yard. His room looked like sh-t, he was arrogant--and upshot--no treatment arranged. In process was not good enough. He'd had the option of getting a therapy appointment (free), or going to NA--he chose neither. Oh well.</p><p></p><p>We will see what he does. I am uncertain how long the insurance authorization is good for--i.e. how long of an open window there is for him to show up. On Monday I am off. I will call the treatment place and maybe Blue Cross. I guess I need to put all of this on the back burner but it is hard--here today, gone tomorrow. And now, in a psychiatric hospital? He must have convinced them he was suicidal, if not made an attempt.</p><p></p><p>And no thought of me. How it would be for me.</p><p></p><p>There really is no notion of reciprocity. Of seeing that there is another person involved. We are really slot machines to be worked. And walked away from when we do not deliver the hoped for windfall.</p><p></p><p>So, I walked away too. I have a bottom line.</p><p>I guess.</p><p></p><p>I am left feeling like my life has had no meaning, no value. Like the heart of me is cut out.</p><p></p><p>I know most of it is that horrible job that keeps taking and taking. I just hate it. HATE IT. Except, as always, I love the patients. That part, is rewarding. But everything else. Pure hate.</p><p></p><p>Thank you everybody.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 696108, member: 18958"] Thank you Darkwing, and everybody. I did not tell him I needed him to go into a treatment facility. I said treatment. Because he had had the 2nd violent outburst since his arrival to my home and destruction of property. And then remorseful, or feigning remorse who knows, he told the psychiatrist he had suicidal thoughts, went to the alternative to hospitalization crisis unit--and then it was all clear cut. No staying here without treatment. I gave him 10 days. There were joints all over my yard. His room looked like sh-t, he was arrogant--and upshot--no treatment arranged. In process was not good enough. He'd had the option of getting a therapy appointment (free), or going to NA--he chose neither. Oh well. We will see what he does. I am uncertain how long the insurance authorization is good for--i.e. how long of an open window there is for him to show up. On Monday I am off. I will call the treatment place and maybe Blue Cross. I guess I need to put all of this on the back burner but it is hard--here today, gone tomorrow. And now, in a psychiatric hospital? He must have convinced them he was suicidal, if not made an attempt. And no thought of me. How it would be for me. There really is no notion of reciprocity. Of seeing that there is another person involved. We are really slot machines to be worked. And walked away from when we do not deliver the hoped for windfall. So, I walked away too. I have a bottom line. I guess. I am left feeling like my life has had no meaning, no value. Like the heart of me is cut out. I know most of it is that horrible job that keeps taking and taking. I just hate it. HATE IT. Except, as always, I love the patients. That part, is rewarding. But everything else. Pure hate. Thank you everybody. [/QUOTE]
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