So last night the odd adhd difficult child came home from work in a foul mood. I'm usually in bed by then (10:30), but we'd had company so I was still up. She had a few things to fight about ---- we won't "let" her move out (there is no place to move to) --- she wants more time off from work and we won't let her (she works 40 hours a week, for 3 more weeks), wants to quit her job and we won't let her (hello !!! I need the break - but I didn't say that) I told her my sprained ankle was giving me pain and I couldn't deal with any of this --- my husband ordered her to go upstairs to bed. She decided she would rather go for a bike ride on the highway - in the dark. He grabbed her to restrain her and head her in the direction of upstairs and she bit his thumb hard enough to make it bleed, a lot. Then she phoned the police because she feared for her life. Well actually we dialed the number. My husband had to talk to them because of course she doesn't know how to explain where we live (13 km straight east from the nearest town) and did not have a clue what a land location was. She has lived in the same place for 18 years. Eventually they did show up to take her away.