but I gotta feel sorry for the kid. A little background. difficult child 1 is in Boy Scouts. The weekend after Christmas, the troop heads to a cabin 2 hours from here. Last year was his first (he'd been out of psychiatric hospital for 2 months) time there. It was a nightmare. I was getting calls from him and the leaders all week-end. He had to sleep in a room with a kid that was puking sick (even puked on difficult child 1's pillowcase). They didn't know HIM well at all or what he'd been through and handled things waaaaay wrong. They didn't have anything but "smelly" water to drink. He didn't get much sleep (20-25 teenage boys away from home, hmmmm). Anyway, recipe for disaster! This year, the leaders have gotten to know him better and have asked me questions. The one has really seemed to have gotten it. I was hopeful. They know he needs his sleep. I send food and beverages along for him. AND he was excited to be using the new backpack and sleeping bag I got him for Christmas. He called me yesterday morning to let me know they were getting ready to go ice fishing and told me the one leader had been reminding him to take his medications (YEAH!!). Then, all went down the toilet....starting at 11:38 pm. I'll copy the text conversation for you to draw your own conclusions. Now keep in mind this went on for over an hour. difficult child 1: Did you get a warranty on the sleeping bag cause the stitching is coming undone Me: Got to sleep and we'll worry about it when you get home. difficult child 1: But I can't I don't have nothing to cover up with. Me: Where's the quilt you took along? difficult child 1: I am laying on it because I can't lay on the scratchy mat I have to sleep on. Me: There's nothing I can do tonight. The sleeping bag can't be used at all? difficult child 1: I didn't want to break it more I will just freeze and get no sleep Me: Don't worry about wrecking it more. We'll exchange it. You can roll up in the quilt too. It's big enough. difficult child 1: No I ain't using it and I move around too much for the quilt Me: There's nothing I can do tonight. It's your choice. difficult child 1: Have fun dealing with me tomorrow then when I don't get any sleep difficult child 1: And yes I blame you Me: What's new. I didn't make the dang thin. Good night. difficult child 1: I can't sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! difficult child 1: Are my hands supposed to feel like they got stabbed Me: If you've been laying on them or clenching them. difficult child 1: No just laying here Me: Good night. I will see you tomorrow. difficult child 1: I might just hike home I feel that cold anyway so see you in a week or so Me: What do you want me to do? difficult child 1: Nothing but I might have to not sleep I have eaten much of nothing so I think I am going to sleep anyways so see youwhenever I get back whether tomorrow or in a week or so Me: That explains a lot. There's more going on than just the blanket issue. Let's not do this next year. Too much stress for both of us. I feel so sorry for him. I knew there had to be more going on. He has so many "quirks" especially with food that I was concerned. I have no idea what they served. I do know that he still robably didn't get the sleep he needs. How do I teach him this stuff. He tries so hard to be "normal" and he always ends up miserable. I am NOT going to have much fun dealing with his crabbiness today but at least I can't get mad at him about it. He tried. Hopefully, lesson learned. Speaking of the devil, it's time to go pick him up.