CeCe has finally been approved for Residential Treatment Center (RTC), which her psychiatrist has been urging for a long time. She's been in the psychiatric hospital since the 18th - technically 2 admissions. She was discharged on the afternoon of the 25th and we were calling her psychiatrist again before 8pm. Absolutely behavioral. She came hope expecting us to throw a party for her and simply didn't want any limits at all set. When that didn't happen, she started pitching a screaming, furniture shoving fit. psychiatrist talked her down and got her to take her medications to sedate her, then asked us to please wait until midnight so he'd have a new admission to report when he talked to the insurance MD the next day. Apparently that did the trick. (But another long night - my boss is a saint for understanding about this stuff, even if husband does compare him to Lex Luthor)
We visited the facility today and it seems OK, not that I really know what to expect. They take children, not just teens, which is important to us since CeCe is a little delayed and vulnerable (tho she doesn't know it). They also have an autism day school and residential program on site, so many of the staff have ABA training and are accustomed to kids on the spectrum. I strongly suspect that Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD) is part of her complicated mix although it's not been diagnosis'd yet.
Another big plus is that the facility is only 10-15 minutes from husband & my offices, so we'll be able to keep involved more easily. The psychiatric hospital has been way across town (tho I know even that's a luxury compared to what many of you have to go through).
All in all, I'm hopeful, so long as we can get Medicaid to kick in for her care before insurance refuses to cover. (They said their psychiatrist doesn't discharge based just on insurance say so, which sounds good anyway.) husband is feeling guilty - that our care wasn't enough, that he's feeling relief that she'll be out for awhile. I'm only regretting that I didn't make the serious call for help sooner. And that's water under the bridge, not worth my energy now.
PJ ... off to reapply on line for Medicaid and find velcro sneakers (size 8)
p.s. I welcome advice on what to expect and/or watch out for
We visited the facility today and it seems OK, not that I really know what to expect. They take children, not just teens, which is important to us since CeCe is a little delayed and vulnerable (tho she doesn't know it). They also have an autism day school and residential program on site, so many of the staff have ABA training and are accustomed to kids on the spectrum. I strongly suspect that Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD) is part of her complicated mix although it's not been diagnosis'd yet.
Another big plus is that the facility is only 10-15 minutes from husband & my offices, so we'll be able to keep involved more easily. The psychiatric hospital has been way across town (tho I know even that's a luxury compared to what many of you have to go through).
All in all, I'm hopeful, so long as we can get Medicaid to kick in for her care before insurance refuses to cover. (They said their psychiatrist doesn't discharge based just on insurance say so, which sounds good anyway.) husband is feeling guilty - that our care wasn't enough, that he's feeling relief that she'll be out for awhile. I'm only regretting that I didn't make the serious call for help sooner. And that's water under the bridge, not worth my energy now.
PJ ... off to reapply on line for Medicaid and find velcro sneakers (size 8)
p.s. I welcome advice on what to expect and/or watch out for