Well, today was my much awaited treatment team meeting at the outpatient program my difficult child has been in since the beginning of last week. I have been waiting impatiently for this weekly meeting since last weeks meeting I had a bombshell dropped on me. Anyway, there are still some things they want to try with him before they resort to putting him inpatient again. I expressed to them my concerns about his Prozac and the possibility of something else going on that we are not catching. They do agree with me regarding the concern for the fact that he is so obsessed with violence and death. I then shared with them the rage he went through last night, all because his sister turned on his light. Last night the van dropped him home about 6:15pm. He didn't say anything to me except his paper - a daily report he is supposed to bring home and hasn't been - was on the table. Around 7pm all hell breaks loose upstairs with him screaming at his sister to get out of his life, go jump off a cliff and that she needs to just die. He then stormed downstairs and went to go outside. I told him he wasn't going outside, it was dark and he had no business going out there. He yelled at me to leave him alone and he then slammed the door - but didn't go outside. Thats good, I guess. Anyway, he then proceeded to kick the coffee table and ask if there was a glass that we didn't need anymore. I asked what for - he said to break, that he needed to break something or hit something. I told him to take a deep breath - he said that doesn't work he is too mad. He proceeded to pound on the couch cushions. This went on for about 30 minutes or so and then stopped and was like nothing ever happened. He just all of the sudden said I'm hungry whats for dinner. I tried to ask him what was bothering him - all he would say was he had a bad day and didn't want to talk about it. I told all of this to the counselors today. I am just tired. I know difficult child is a good kid, and can be such a joy, but the rollercoaster ride is tiring. I am waiting to hear now because his prescriptions are done and there is no refills so they were going to discuss with the doctor (oh - I forgot to mention he wasn't there - he was out of town) and have him take care of it. I requested that I be notified after the doctor is back in tomorrow and has a chance to meet with my son. Well, I could go on and on, but I need to get back to work.