We live in a small town. You can walk right into the judge's office to make a complaint. No appointment necessary. My son tried to run away again on Tuesday. Hubs sent out a big crew and he was found before managing to leave town (which is what he normally does). According to the "responsibilities for privileges" system we have set up with the psychiatrists, he loses the privilege to work for two weeks when he runs away. He got very angry today when he realized that this meant he wouldn't be able to sell food at a community festival this Saturday. He makes big money doing that, and money enables his running away. So it was a definite NO. Then he came out with this story that I had written to the festival organizers from his account to say he couldn't work, accusing me of "identity theft" and that he was taking it to the judge. So, I said I was going to the judge too, for psychological violence (which I could, but don't, because he'd get raped in a second in the jails here). He needs to know that if he hurts me (he already tried to kill me by putting mercury in my glass of water), that he will be held legally responsible. I went ahead of him, after making sure that my mom could then accompany him to the town-hall, under that pretense. Really, I just went to show the judge and the police a letter I have from the psychiatrist, explaining his condition. Now the doctors are saying that I jumped the gun, shouldn't have done that, should have tried to talk it out. AAAAAARRRRRGH!!! We'd been trying to talk it out for two hours already, and the last thing I need is to have to go to court over false accusations. My husband is barely working anymore because he's either running around town looking for our son, dealing with crises, or going to therapy sessions with us. We can't start spending time and money on this kind of craziness. I'm so tired.