roman_a_clef
10.21.2002
Subject: Cautiously optimistic
Chris is doing MUCH better today, he's responding rather than being obtuse and rebellious. the folks at the psych ward are making a difference, and have been very open to suggestions I've made about our family history of alcohol abuse and depression, as well as some skills that Chris already exhibits in the way of career counseling.
But, I can't make this another "mommy found this for me", it has to be something that comes from within, you know? It's a really long tunnel, but I think there's a light at the end of it. No, I don't think it's a train.
Chris had also scammed an undisclosed amount of my anti-anxiety drug, Clonazepam, while drinking and slicing, which explains alot about his attitude yesterday. I kept wondering in bewilderment where my charming rational Boy Unit had disappeared to. I saw him at lunch today, and there was even a slight show of his sense of humor. He was the one that made the suggestion that I put the class 3 prescriptions under lock and key. I have a feeling that he doesn't ever want to go through this again.
Something I can heartily recommend.
Date: 2002-10-20 11:28
Subject: what a fucking day
I got up this morning and the house looked like a bloodbath. I'm not kidding- there was blood everywhere. Boy Unit had slit his wrist and thumb, then crashed around before going to bed about 3AM. When I went into his room, there was a puddle of blood next to his bed, but he woke up. The ER put stitches in, about 15 in all, and then promptly put him on a 72 hour hold, and called the psychiatrist.
He really really doesn't want to stay, but I don't think it's going to come down to a 5-point restraint.. I think I've convinced him that it's best that he does stay and things will go quicker if he cooperates. He's in a 6x8 padded room with a bed chair and washbasin, and security guards hovering ouside the door.
I don't care how often you see this, or hear about it, it's more scary than you can possibly imagine.
