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<blockquote data-quote="Mikey" data-source="post: 59231" data-attributes="member: 3579"><p>Okay, so now I'm in a bind.</p><p></p><p>Talked to the head of the medical research program today to tell them that WeedWhacker wouldn't be coming back because "it was too much of a hassle to remember to take three pills a day - morning, noon, and night". She said "are you sure? Can I talk to him about it?" I replied "of course you can, assuming you can get him to answer his phone".</p><p></p><p>She explained that they really wanted to keep him in the program, and could work around his issues with the medications. She could also tell that there was something wrong, and I ended up telling her the whole story. In fact, I asked for some help in selecting a treatment option, should he decide to actually go that route.</p><p></p><p>Surprise, I got jumped by her on the phone! Not meanly, but she was pretty upset that I was letting my anger interfere with his treatment in the program. "Excuse me, his <em>treatment</em>? I thought this was a medical study". She replied "Please, sir, don't confront him on this. If we can talk him into coming in for his appointment tomorrow, let us handle this. This is what we do, and we're good at it."</p><p></p><p>She also related that they drug test him every week, and while they cannot discuss the results of the tests or the "treatment", if they discover anything that they feel is outside the realm of what the study can handle, they'll notify me right away. "And sir, we haven't done that yet, have we?"</p><p></p><p>Okay, now I'm intrigued. After some arguing, er, "discussion", she convinced me back off and give McWeedy the night off if he'd go in tomorrow for his weekly appointment. I didn't tell <em>him</em> that, but if they called and convinced him to go, I wasn't going to push it tonight. They called, and somehow they convinced him to come in. So I called him a little later and asked him to come home at 9:30. You'd have thought I was asking him to cut off his right hand. It's summer, for blankety blank blank.... Argument, vitriol, rightous teen angst, yadda yadda. But the end result wss that he said he'd be home.</p><p></p><p>So I planned a nice dinner for the four of us. Thought I'd defuse the situation by cooking salmon, and maybe going out for Cold Stone ice cream afterwards.</p><p></p><p>But right on queue, McButthead screws it up. It's now almost 10:30, and he's still not home. It's all I can do to not pound the keyboard into plastic shards as I'm typing. Control <strong><em>my</em></strong> anger so it doesn't interefere with <strong><em>his</em></strong> treatment? </p><p><span style='font-size: 14pt'><span style='font-family: Comic Sans MS'><strong> ARGH!!!!</strong></span></span> :grrr:</p><p></p><p>And just now, he calls and says he "forgot", but could he spend the night at one of his friend's house? One of the Pothead posse, of course. I lose it, and yell "H__ NO! Come home NOW!"</p><p></p><p>"Why do I have to?"</p><p>BiPolar (BP) is climbing, temp is rising, paper in my general vicinity is starting to spontaneously combust.....</p><p></p><p>"Why? I don't think you quite understand, do you? You were supposed to be home an hour ago. You didn't show up, then give the standard stupid excuse of "I forgot". And then, you follow it up by asking to sleep over when you were already told you couldn't do that. At what point did you lose track of the fact that you were actively disregarding what you were told to do? And then you have the <strong><em>audacity</em></strong> to ask for a favor you've already been told you couldn't have?"</p><p></p><p>What bad crack has this kid been smoking? </p><p></p><p>This is the problem that no therapist, doctor, shrink, or shaman witch doctor understands. McWeedy is a master at making them all think that he's just a mild mannered, misunderstood, gentle soul who likes pot and has a nazi for a father and Lizzie Borden for a mother. That's all we hear; what a wonderful kid he is, how nice he is to work with, what a pleasant personality.</p><p></p><p>Blech. I want to barf. That's not my son. It's yet another mask he wears to fool people and manipulate them to get what he wants. Somehow, he's come to feel entitled to a life of privilege, where his family alternates between being annoying obstructions, personal servants, or bankers - whatever he happens to need at the moment. Yet he has no desire whatsoever to contribute anything back into the family.</p><p></p><p>But nobody gets it except you guys here. Not even this supposedly "world class Residential Treatment Center (RTC)". They asked for one day. Okay, siince it's too late now to do anything meaningful anyway, they get one day, and then they better explain to me how they plan to deal with this situation. The only reason I don't toss McWeedy out on his duff tonight is because this Residential Treatment Center (RTC) is supposed to be a "recognized leader in the midwest for treating adolescent substance abuse", blah blah blah. Okay, they've called me on the carpet for being angry and "interfering", and claimed that I needed to back off and "let them work with him". Now they better come up with a plan and convince me it will work.</p><p></p><p>Until then, I'll try to keep my BiPolar (BP) under control so my eyballs don't launch from my skull like squishy projectiles of death when I see my dear, loving son - if I see him at all tonight.</p><p></p><p> :grrr: :grrr: :grrr:</p><p></p><p>Mikey</p><p></p><p>PS: One good thing that the lady at the program suggested. While I can't find any "normal" reason for committing him against his will to an Residential Treatment Center (RTC), she suggested I talk to their intake center at the hospital about the fact that he's smoking again. If his regular doctor told him that continuing to smoke could bring on another serious - possibly fatal - asthma attack, and that he's still smoking both cigs and pot, then that <em>could</em> be considered somewhat suicidal. At a minimum, he's engaging in behavior that's dangerous to himself, and it could be enough to get him locked in for a while. Whether that would do any good, I don't know. But it's an interesting thought.</p><p></p><p>PPS: why I agreed to do this, I don't know. I had everything worked out, but it all went to pot. No wait, I better not mention the "P" word or McWeedy will come running...</p><p></p><p> :faint: :grrr: :faint: :grrr:</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mikey, post: 59231, member: 3579"] Okay, so now I'm in a bind. Talked to the head of the medical research program today to tell them that WeedWhacker wouldn't be coming back because "it was too much of a hassle to remember to take three pills a day - morning, noon, and night". She said "are you sure? Can I talk to him about it?" I replied "of course you can, assuming you can get him to answer his phone". She explained that they really wanted to keep him in the program, and could work around his issues with the medications. She could also tell that there was something wrong, and I ended up telling her the whole story. In fact, I asked for some help in selecting a treatment option, should he decide to actually go that route. Surprise, I got jumped by her on the phone! Not meanly, but she was pretty upset that I was letting my anger interfere with his treatment in the program. "Excuse me, his [i]treatment[/i]? I thought this was a medical study". She replied "Please, sir, don't confront him on this. If we can talk him into coming in for his appointment tomorrow, let us handle this. This is what we do, and we're good at it." She also related that they drug test him every week, and while they cannot discuss the results of the tests or the "treatment", if they discover anything that they feel is outside the realm of what the study can handle, they'll notify me right away. "And sir, we haven't done that yet, have we?" Okay, now I'm intrigued. After some arguing, er, "discussion", she convinced me back off and give McWeedy the night off if he'd go in tomorrow for his weekly appointment. I didn't tell [i]him[/i] that, but if they called and convinced him to go, I wasn't going to push it tonight. They called, and somehow they convinced him to come in. So I called him a little later and asked him to come home at 9:30. You'd have thought I was asking him to cut off his right hand. It's summer, for blankety blank blank.... Argument, vitriol, rightous teen angst, yadda yadda. But the end result wss that he said he'd be home. So I planned a nice dinner for the four of us. Thought I'd defuse the situation by cooking salmon, and maybe going out for Cold Stone ice cream afterwards. But right on queue, McButthead screws it up. It's now almost 10:30, and he's still not home. It's all I can do to not pound the keyboard into plastic shards as I'm typing. Control [b][i]my[/i][/b][i][/i] anger so it doesn't interefere with [b][i]his[/i][/b][i][/i] treatment? <span style='font-size: 14pt'><span style='font-family: Comic Sans MS'>[b] ARGH!!!![/b]</span></span> [img]:grrr:[/img] And just now, he calls and says he "forgot", but could he spend the night at one of his friend's house? One of the Pothead posse, of course. I lose it, and yell "H__ NO! Come home NOW!" "Why do I have to?" BiPolar (BP) is climbing, temp is rising, paper in my general vicinity is starting to spontaneously combust..... "Why? I don't think you quite understand, do you? You were supposed to be home an hour ago. You didn't show up, then give the standard stupid excuse of "I forgot". And then, you follow it up by asking to sleep over when you were already told you couldn't do that. At what point did you lose track of the fact that you were actively disregarding what you were told to do? And then you have the [b][i]audacity[/i][/b] to ask for a favor you've already been told you couldn't have?" What bad crack has this kid been smoking? This is the problem that no therapist, doctor, shrink, or shaman witch doctor understands. McWeedy is a master at making them all think that he's just a mild mannered, misunderstood, gentle soul who likes pot and has a nazi for a father and Lizzie Borden for a mother. That's all we hear; what a wonderful kid he is, how nice he is to work with, what a pleasant personality. Blech. I want to barf. That's not my son. It's yet another mask he wears to fool people and manipulate them to get what he wants. Somehow, he's come to feel entitled to a life of privilege, where his family alternates between being annoying obstructions, personal servants, or bankers - whatever he happens to need at the moment. Yet he has no desire whatsoever to contribute anything back into the family. But nobody gets it except you guys here. Not even this supposedly "world class Residential Treatment Center (RTC)". They asked for one day. Okay, siince it's too late now to do anything meaningful anyway, they get one day, and then they better explain to me how they plan to deal with this situation. The only reason I don't toss McWeedy out on his duff tonight is because this Residential Treatment Center (RTC) is supposed to be a "recognized leader in the midwest for treating adolescent substance abuse", blah blah blah. Okay, they've called me on the carpet for being angry and "interfering", and claimed that I needed to back off and "let them work with him". Now they better come up with a plan and convince me it will work. Until then, I'll try to keep my BiPolar (BP) under control so my eyballs don't launch from my skull like squishy projectiles of death when I see my dear, loving son - if I see him at all tonight. [img]:grrr:[/img] [img]:grrr:[/img] [img]:grrr:[/img] Mikey PS: One good thing that the lady at the program suggested. While I can't find any "normal" reason for committing him against his will to an Residential Treatment Center (RTC), she suggested I talk to their intake center at the hospital about the fact that he's smoking again. If his regular doctor told him that continuing to smoke could bring on another serious - possibly fatal - asthma attack, and that he's still smoking both cigs and pot, then that [i]could[/i] be considered somewhat suicidal. At a minimum, he's engaging in behavior that's dangerous to himself, and it could be enough to get him locked in for a while. Whether that would do any good, I don't know. But it's an interesting thought. PPS: why I agreed to do this, I don't know. I had everything worked out, but it all went to pot. No wait, I better not mention the "P" word or McWeedy will come running... [img]:faint:[/img] [img]:grrr:[/img] [img]:faint:[/img] [img]:grrr:[/img] [/QUOTE]
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