So briefly, Difficult Child cracks up last Monday (isn't drinking, is on Antabuse and the vivitrol shot) but is doubtless drugging. Gets taken to a psychiatric hospital 40 minutes away. Can't remember a thing. Stays there a week and is released into a respite bed , which he can have for a couple of weeks, while they try to get him into a 9 month program in the Boulder shelter. Loves the idea of the respite bed because he has his own room that he can lock. After he gets there, he is calling me quite a lot and seems okaaaayyyyy, but not as "happy" as he "should" be. Is beefing about there being nothing to do. Wha? Calls yesterday and the day before at about 5:30 in the morning, my time. I think that's a bad sign...and just like last week, before he was taken to the psychiatric ward, his conversation with me is a mixture of normal chatter and absolute nonsense. I start to worry. This morning he has a meeting with his case manager to devise a plan to get him into the shelter. He calls me beforehand and tells me that he's been hearing and seeing things that aren't there. At breakfast, a family of four is eating and the father starts ragging on the little son to eat more. Difficult Child gets up to intervene, then shakes his head a couple of times. Looks over at the table and there's nobody there... I urge him to tell his caseworker this. He calls me 10 minutes ago, crying his eyes out and saying that they don't think he's well enough to go back to the respite bed and they want to take him back to the psychiatric ward that he just got out of. He tells me he told them to eff that, so I do a huge persuasive number on him that he NEEDS to go back there. He'll be fed (he was 120lbs when they admitted him last week) , warm (there is a couple of feet of snow that fell) showered, medicated and taken care of. They might release him somewhere that's even more suitable for his situation. I told him he is not ready to be in society yet and if he went to the shelter, he'd likely end up drinking and drugging and seeing things that aren't there and he'd be a danger to himself and to everyone else. I told him it's not like he was going to be sent to jail or prison and if he really thought he shouldn't go to hospital, to go outside and stand in the snow for 10 minutes and imagine doing that all day begging for money, then looking for a bush to sleep under. Advice and comments needed, please? For the millionth time-did I say the right things? I think a part of him felt he was going to make all kinds of plans to move forward and now he is back at square one, but how the hell can you move anywhere if you're seeing things that aren't there? He also did the "I'm just like a piece of abandoned luggage and my life is worth nothing" bit. Ugh. Help me make it okay for me? Thanks in advance.