Steely
Active Member
I feel like I cannot do this anymore....this life.... it seems I have been on the wrong end of karma for years.
My father was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer only 5 weeks ago. His hair is starting to fall out, he is talking about his last days, and the reality that he only has a short time to live is sinking in for me. Five weeks ago he was healthy, vibrant, fit, and ready to trek in the Patagonia (literally) - now he only has months, maybe a year, to live.
My son, has been having a horrible time in the last 5 weeks due to his grandpa's situation, his medication changes, and I guess just life in general. I finally had gotten him to a point where he was self motivated enough to get up and do his school work....BUT.... yesterday, we got in the car to go get a burger and he started in on his latest rant of how he hates people. On and on he went about everyone - fat people, black people, poor people, rich people.... I was trying to ignore it, change the subject, etc. as we pulled into Burger King. We got our order only to find that BK had put tomatoes on his chicken sandwich. My child LOST it! He went into a full throttle, homicidal, suicidal rage. I had no choice but to take him to the ER..
We got to the ER, and I had to leave him in the car, because he would not get out, and was still threatening violence. I ran in, and told the nurse what was going on, and that I needed security, because I was not sure what he was going to do. Well, you would have thought I had called the security SWAT team....they swarmed in, 7 of them, with walkie talkies, guns, etc. Anyway! We got him to a room finally, and he was so upset that his BiPolar (BP) was 205/100, and he was having chest pains - he was freaking out!!! The doctors dismissed the BiPolar (BP), and focused on the psychological component.
True to my son's form, his mood cycled once he got settled in the ER, and he began to chat it up with the head of security. They had a lovely talk as we waited the allotted 2 hours in the ER with my son charming the pants off of security. (???) I was incredulous, as it was a bit surreal, and I started doubting we even needed to be there..
We finally got to the psyche ward, and waited another 3 hours, where by this point my son had cycled again and he was becoming rageful and agitated. The intake nurse came in, (a real B###@) and starts asking a million questions, which only agitated him more, and he got the chest pains again. Well little missy the nurse, slammed her intake book and insisted we go back to the ER to spend the night in cardiology. I lost it, and told her that ER had already dismissed it as anxiety, and I knew it was anxiety, and that we were not doing that. She left the room, called 911 - and 4 paramedics showed up as if my son was having a heart attack.
Anyhoo...to make a long story short, the paramedics agreed that it was anxiety, because when he took deep breaths his BiPolar (BP) went down - and because his EKG was fine, and because, uh, hello, he is 16. Not to say I am not worried, because I am - but I told them that at this point his psychiatric emergency superceded the physical one - and if anything does go wrong - he is in a hospital after all.
He had a good night, and I saw him this morning, and he was OK - but the hospital just called me to say he was out of control, and threatening the staff, and they were having to restrain him. I could hear him screaming in the background....screaming his little mind out. It killed me. I feel so helpless, so like I, as the Mom needed to be there to make it OK.. He is still such a mama's boy - he was screaming for me. The nurse told me they were going to have to do a 4 point restraint on him if he did not calm down, at which point I lost it.
When I was 16 I was put away for 6 months in a horrible, horrible mental hospital. They put children in restraints for days, months...I saw it all, watched it all, helpless to do anything, a minor myself. I cannot see my son in that position - it is hard enough for me to trust a psychiatric hospital. - but leather restraints on my child, I think I will lose my mind. I told my sons phosph that before they did that I would come down there, and help him calm down - but I am not sure they will listen to me. I also told them to call me before they added any new medications, and they didn't - gee - there is a reason why I have so little trust for these people.
I guess I just needed to tell someone all that is happening. I can't stop crying....I am having severe PTSD symptoms....my Dr said to just increase my Lexapro (oh, that is helpful), his Dad is a bleeping idiot who asked me today if I just put Matt in the psychiatric hospital for a reality check. What??? He is SO out of the loop, SO doesn't care about his son's reality, and I am left to try and fix it all. And my Dad is dying.....
I love my son so much....it has always just been the 2 of us....and we have a very close bond. To see him in this much pain, kills me inside. I know I should separate, should try and disassociate, but I can't with him. I am so scared, he has tried so many medications that I don't know if they will even be able to find one that works. And then what will happen........
Thanks for listening. I am going to the psychiatric hospital now to talk to the social worker.....
My father was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer only 5 weeks ago. His hair is starting to fall out, he is talking about his last days, and the reality that he only has a short time to live is sinking in for me. Five weeks ago he was healthy, vibrant, fit, and ready to trek in the Patagonia (literally) - now he only has months, maybe a year, to live.
My son, has been having a horrible time in the last 5 weeks due to his grandpa's situation, his medication changes, and I guess just life in general. I finally had gotten him to a point where he was self motivated enough to get up and do his school work....BUT.... yesterday, we got in the car to go get a burger and he started in on his latest rant of how he hates people. On and on he went about everyone - fat people, black people, poor people, rich people.... I was trying to ignore it, change the subject, etc. as we pulled into Burger King. We got our order only to find that BK had put tomatoes on his chicken sandwich. My child LOST it! He went into a full throttle, homicidal, suicidal rage. I had no choice but to take him to the ER..
We got to the ER, and I had to leave him in the car, because he would not get out, and was still threatening violence. I ran in, and told the nurse what was going on, and that I needed security, because I was not sure what he was going to do. Well, you would have thought I had called the security SWAT team....they swarmed in, 7 of them, with walkie talkies, guns, etc. Anyway! We got him to a room finally, and he was so upset that his BiPolar (BP) was 205/100, and he was having chest pains - he was freaking out!!! The doctors dismissed the BiPolar (BP), and focused on the psychological component.
True to my son's form, his mood cycled once he got settled in the ER, and he began to chat it up with the head of security. They had a lovely talk as we waited the allotted 2 hours in the ER with my son charming the pants off of security. (???) I was incredulous, as it was a bit surreal, and I started doubting we even needed to be there..
We finally got to the psyche ward, and waited another 3 hours, where by this point my son had cycled again and he was becoming rageful and agitated. The intake nurse came in, (a real B###@) and starts asking a million questions, which only agitated him more, and he got the chest pains again. Well little missy the nurse, slammed her intake book and insisted we go back to the ER to spend the night in cardiology. I lost it, and told her that ER had already dismissed it as anxiety, and I knew it was anxiety, and that we were not doing that. She left the room, called 911 - and 4 paramedics showed up as if my son was having a heart attack.
Anyhoo...to make a long story short, the paramedics agreed that it was anxiety, because when he took deep breaths his BiPolar (BP) went down - and because his EKG was fine, and because, uh, hello, he is 16. Not to say I am not worried, because I am - but I told them that at this point his psychiatric emergency superceded the physical one - and if anything does go wrong - he is in a hospital after all.
He had a good night, and I saw him this morning, and he was OK - but the hospital just called me to say he was out of control, and threatening the staff, and they were having to restrain him. I could hear him screaming in the background....screaming his little mind out. It killed me. I feel so helpless, so like I, as the Mom needed to be there to make it OK.. He is still such a mama's boy - he was screaming for me. The nurse told me they were going to have to do a 4 point restraint on him if he did not calm down, at which point I lost it.
When I was 16 I was put away for 6 months in a horrible, horrible mental hospital. They put children in restraints for days, months...I saw it all, watched it all, helpless to do anything, a minor myself. I cannot see my son in that position - it is hard enough for me to trust a psychiatric hospital. - but leather restraints on my child, I think I will lose my mind. I told my sons phosph that before they did that I would come down there, and help him calm down - but I am not sure they will listen to me. I also told them to call me before they added any new medications, and they didn't - gee - there is a reason why I have so little trust for these people.
I guess I just needed to tell someone all that is happening. I can't stop crying....I am having severe PTSD symptoms....my Dr said to just increase my Lexapro (oh, that is helpful), his Dad is a bleeping idiot who asked me today if I just put Matt in the psychiatric hospital for a reality check. What??? He is SO out of the loop, SO doesn't care about his son's reality, and I am left to try and fix it all. And my Dad is dying.....
I love my son so much....it has always just been the 2 of us....and we have a very close bond. To see him in this much pain, kills me inside. I know I should separate, should try and disassociate, but I can't with him. I am so scared, he has tried so many medications that I don't know if they will even be able to find one that works. And then what will happen........
Thanks for listening. I am going to the psychiatric hospital now to talk to the social worker.....