After the nosebleed and heart palpitations on lithium, difficult child, understandably wanted to go awhile with-no medications at all. I told him that was understandable. But he's been doing so well because of the medication, not in spite of it. He doesn't understand that side effects can still occur with-something that otherwise works. "I've got a right to decide what goes in my body. And I don't want to try something that might give me a rash." That's understandable. But psychiatrist said, "I like treating you successfully out of the hospital," (I love the way he phrased that, lol!) "so this is what we're going to do: One at night for 7 days, then one in the morning and one at night. You can taper down the Concerta later, and you can change the clonidine to a PRN right now." by the way, difficult child said that in addition to the nosebleeds and dizziness, he felt like he was outside of his body. The psychiatrist said that could have been from the spice, similar to an LSD flashback, rather than the lithium. And he also did a CBC, thank d*G, to see if difficult child had a virus. He was fine. I guess that's why he's the psychiatrist and I'm the parent ... difficult child argued that he wanted to go with-o, and husband said something. I said something. The psychiatrist said more. Finally, I said, "difficult child, you've been outvoted." He kept shooting me the Evil Eye and I knew I'd get it full blast in the car. One of his lamest arguments was that at 16 he should be allowed to make his own decisions because he knew what was right for his body. I said, "Like you knew that spice was right for you?" "I've got ASPERGER'S!" he shouted. "That was my only friend. He said it would be fun and funny and we would laugh. I told him I'd heard bad things about it, and he said that was only for a few who had bad reactions. And I FEEL wrong about taking this new medicine!" "I completely understand. Diabetics hate to take medicine too, but feelings without information and experience are just feelings." That didn't go over well. "Not a medicine that makes me feel like I could DIE. Kids have RIGHTS! I have RIGHTS in the United States." (First, he's old enough to make his own decisions. Then, he's just a kid. Whatever.) "Actually, no, you don't. There's nothing in our Declaration of Independence or Bill of Rights that guarantees our children anything. If you want that, you'll have to move to Sweden." "Kids have the right not to be abused!" "Okay, so if I took my entire container of migraine medicine, and forced you to swallow the entire thing, and told you that you have no right to say no, then I could see that's over the top--" "That's NOT what I'm talking about!!!!" Okay, I realize I should have just kept my mouth shut but sometimes it's just too tempting. I dropped him off at his girlfriend's house (I've got a mtng in a few min) and like nothing at all happened, he got out of the car and in a normal tone of voice, said, "Thank you. I'll call you. Love you." OMG. I've got a headache.