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<blockquote data-quote="emotionallybankrupt" data-source="post: 322181" data-attributes="member: 8226"><p>Terry,</p><p> </p><p>The scene you described sure does bring back memories for me. About a year ago I had such a similar incident with my difficult child. She had trapped me in a room, and I panicked and tried to get out. She "had me," and she knew it. The weird thing is that I have no memory of exactly what that encounter was all about. I do remember that she was determined to get some piece of information out of me, and I was not going to give in. Whether it was worth it, I can't say--since I've blocked out the specifics.</p><p> </p><p>I fared a bit better than you, with only one sprained wrist, which I learned in the past couple of weeks is going to be a chronic problem for me. I know you need a Residential Treatment Center (RTC) in the worst way, but meanwhile, I just don't think you can allow him to do this to you again. I remember finding a corner of my house where I didn't think my younger child would hear me sobbing, and just sitting there crying for what seemed like forever, holding my cell phone, debating whether to call the police. difficult child just taunted while I sat in the corner, talking about how I was exaggerating and misinterpreting the whole incident. Even when I wore a brace for a time afterward, she insisted it was all for show.</p><p> </p><p>Terry, I think if I had it to do over again, I would have called the police, despite the inconvenience that would have caused me, with missing work (again) for court, etc. I still resent so much that difficult child slid by that one with not a single sting, while I'm now stuck with a bum wrist.</p><p> </p><p>It's awful to live in fear of your child in your own home. One policeman in particular up here did get "in her face" and scared her enough that just the mention of calling him again backed her off at times, at least temporarily. To say he was furious that I'd had to retreat behind a deadbolt with my other child was an understatement. He told her he'd just decided that she would be his "personal project." I know an Residential Treatment Center (RTC) is surely a better approach, but I couldn't get one, and I needed help.</p><p> </p><p>From what I'm hearing, you're in an eerily similar place.</p><p> </p><p>I sure hope you can find an answer and that your physical injuries recover completely.</p><p> </p><p>Meanwhile, I'd be sure to have the phone on my body at all times and would even consider getting a "panic button" to wear, as I did. I never had to use the button, but just having it took my anxiety level down considerably. It was worth every penny.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="emotionallybankrupt, post: 322181, member: 8226"] Terry, The scene you described sure does bring back memories for me. About a year ago I had such a similar incident with my difficult child. She had trapped me in a room, and I panicked and tried to get out. She "had me," and she knew it. The weird thing is that I have no memory of exactly what that encounter was all about. I do remember that she was determined to get some piece of information out of me, and I was not going to give in. Whether it was worth it, I can't say--since I've blocked out the specifics. I fared a bit better than you, with only one sprained wrist, which I learned in the past couple of weeks is going to be a chronic problem for me. I know you need a Residential Treatment Center (RTC) in the worst way, but meanwhile, I just don't think you can allow him to do this to you again. I remember finding a corner of my house where I didn't think my younger child would hear me sobbing, and just sitting there crying for what seemed like forever, holding my cell phone, debating whether to call the police. difficult child just taunted while I sat in the corner, talking about how I was exaggerating and misinterpreting the whole incident. Even when I wore a brace for a time afterward, she insisted it was all for show. Terry, I think if I had it to do over again, I would have called the police, despite the inconvenience that would have caused me, with missing work (again) for court, etc. I still resent so much that difficult child slid by that one with not a single sting, while I'm now stuck with a bum wrist. It's awful to live in fear of your child in your own home. One policeman in particular up here did get "in her face" and scared her enough that just the mention of calling him again backed her off at times, at least temporarily. To say he was furious that I'd had to retreat behind a deadbolt with my other child was an understatement. He told her he'd just decided that she would be his "personal project." I know an Residential Treatment Center (RTC) is surely a better approach, but I couldn't get one, and I needed help. From what I'm hearing, you're in an eerily similar place. I sure hope you can find an answer and that your physical injuries recover completely. Meanwhile, I'd be sure to have the phone on my body at all times and would even consider getting a "panic button" to wear, as I did. I never had to use the button, but just having it took my anxiety level down considerably. It was worth every penny. [/QUOTE]
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