My son was discharged from the psychiatric center. He says it was a life changing experience for him. Unfortunately he saw some pretty ugly events, including kids knocking themselves out while beating their heads into a pulp, massive seizures and finding two suicides in action, one of them very bloody. All this while trying to keep from blowing a gasket from the stress, the sadistic staff and trying to “keep it together” while experiencing withdrawls from multiple substances…..and grieving for his friend.
I am amazed at his resilience. I don’t think I would walk out of there in one psychologic piece from my observations. The staff had a mocking attitude and even I wanted to throttle them. For example, my son had one pair of socks that he wore for three days, so I brought him another pair (clothing is restricted). The Sock Nazi refused to let him wear the new socks, even though they were the same as the pair he was wearing….because they were too long. They weren’t long enough to wrap around the neck. Not by a long shot. And he wore them for three days with staff knowing about them. My son had to take them off and not wear any socks at all. To make matters worse, the jerk then made other kids remove their socks when my son complained.
In the meantime he let my son keep an undershirt that was rope thin and long enough to tie and hang oneself. I should have hung myself in protest, but I would be throwing myself into a padded wall instead of writing this, so I am glad I resisted the impulse!
He was going to refuse the body wash as well, but I intervened. I said that sodium chloride was not a chemical that would harm anyone in the form used in the body wash. Yes, he wasn’t going to let him use it because it had something with “ide” in it, even though the “ide” was salt.
Before you think I championed my son, I did not. I refused to let him leave before the team felt he was ready to receive drug rehab. Unfortunately, my insurance company refused to allow for the recommended residential program. Outpatient is all they will support. So my son is home, with no schooling, and nothing to do until I can get him into a three-day a week rehab program. That is proving difficult as no one will call me back.
School has informed me that they are expelling him for a full 180 days. Which really means that he can’t return before Jan 2015. A death-blow to his education without serious intervention. While I understand their position, I am going to petition for his return after drug rehab if the court agrees on probation. After all, Big Brother will be all over him once he is officially entered into the juvenile system.
I am joking that I am going crazy in Crazyville. Sometimes black humor is a silver lining.