SO, we showed up at probate court for the guardianship case on the 19th of November, 2007. We won it easily. So, this means that schizo-boy is not allowed to:
Sign a contract of ANY kind to include but not limited to: bank account, marriage certificate, lease, loan, etc.
Nor is he allowed to receive money of any kind.
Of course, we worried that he would have another psychotic break going through the holidays, but amazingly enough, he was able to hide the voices. It was a little touch-n-go a couple of times, but I guess he worked it out.
We purchased him a PS2 for Christmas and a couple of games. His brothers also brought a bunch of games. So, he's got a little stack of games to play now. Currently, the ps2 is hooked up to the TV in the living room instead of his own tv. I wonder if he is refusing to take it to his room because it is a new piece of electronics? (Time will tell.)
Next, schizo-boy has to have an evaluation for Social Security. I can't remember the date right now, but it will be soon. I'll let ya know how that goes...
*sigh*
Monday, December 31, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Court Day - City
So schizo-boy and his mom had to be at court yesterday, November 7th. On Tuesday, I had faxed what documentation we had concerning his mindset to his court-appointed lawyer, just so that she could attempt to let the judge in on the fact that when the whole driving without a tag, insurance, etc thing happened, schizo-boy was having a psychotic break.
I can't be sure, but according to what his mom told me, I think that the judge was told.
Still, we are going to paying out the WOOHOO for him YET AGAIN!
Next big day is the 19th of November when we have a the probate guardianship court appearance. Because the judge just happened to arbitrarily pick the Monday of Thanksgiving week, we had to put off our vacation. *sigh*
More as it happens.
I can't be sure, but according to what his mom told me, I think that the judge was told.
Still, we are going to paying out the WOOHOO for him YET AGAIN!
Next big day is the 19th of November when we have a the probate guardianship court appearance. Because the judge just happened to arbitrarily pick the Monday of Thanksgiving week, we had to put off our vacation. *sigh*
More as it happens.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Status Update
So schizo-boy is definitely still pulling off the cover-up of the voices in his head. However, since we are around him all of the time, we see the little things that let us know he is still in his private hell. For example, he'll walk into the kitchen and you can just tell that he's hearing someone that is not there talking to him. And then when he notices one of us looking him, he shuts it down.
He also figured out that he needed to clear the browsing history on the computer at the house when he was finished doing his searches for mind control, etc. So, we are contemplating the installation of a key logger on that computer.
We would install the key logger just so that we have insight into his well-being and not to snoop on his life. I know this is a fine line here, but then, we are the ones that are trying to help him. And when he has a psychotic break, it's easier for us to handle it when we are not blindsided by it.
Well, that's all I got for now.
He also figured out that he needed to clear the browsing history on the computer at the house when he was finished doing his searches for mind control, etc. So, we are contemplating the installation of a key logger on that computer.
We would install the key logger just so that we have insight into his well-being and not to snoop on his life. I know this is a fine line here, but then, we are the ones that are trying to help him. And when he has a psychotic break, it's easier for us to handle it when we are not blindsided by it.
Well, that's all I got for now.
Psychoanalyze This!
On Friday, October 5th, 2007 at about 1500 hrs, the court appointed psychologist showed up at the house to evaluate schizo-boy. She was there for about 45 minutes to an hour and my wife was there as well.
Right after the session, schizo-boy called me on the phone asking for cigarettes. Obviously he was very rattled over it all.
At any rate, the psychologist stated to my wife that schizo-boy DEFINITELY had paranoid schizophrenia and that is what she would be reporting into the judge. She also recommended that we get a video recorder to video schizo-boy during the times that he was having a psychotic break so that we could use it as evidence in court.
We shopped over the weekend to see what was available and how much. The smallest one - easiest to conceal - was like $200! So, we'll have to shop some more...
Right after the session, schizo-boy called me on the phone asking for cigarettes. Obviously he was very rattled over it all.
At any rate, the psychologist stated to my wife that schizo-boy DEFINITELY had paranoid schizophrenia and that is what she would be reporting into the judge. She also recommended that we get a video recorder to video schizo-boy during the times that he was having a psychotic break so that we could use it as evidence in court.
We shopped over the weekend to see what was available and how much. The smallest one - easiest to conceal - was like $200! So, we'll have to shop some more...
Court for Car
On Tuesday, October 2nd.2007, schizo-boy had to appear in traffic court about the day - months ago - that he got caught driving without a tag, without insurance, with an expired license at 0200 hrs. Basically, the judge through the book at him like he was everyone else that appeared on that day.
The wife and I talked about having his county-appointed lawyer and/or his guardian to appear before that judge on his behalf to see if they can get the case reduced or even thrown out. The "fee" for all of that was $1000.00!! and he pretty much just lost his car.
The wife and I talked about having his county-appointed lawyer and/or his guardian to appear before that judge on his behalf to see if they can get the case reduced or even thrown out. The "fee" for all of that was $1000.00!! and he pretty much just lost his car.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Court Notes
Well, we showed up in court yesterday and my wife had to take the stand and state why having guardianship would help her son. She didn't do a half-bad job! :-)
Then the stepson got on the stand and basically called everyone a liar and then lied himself by stating that he was indeed actively attempting to get a job. *rolling eyes*
Then the wife got back up there again and had to say something, but I don't remember what.
The judge asked the stepson if he would submit to a prolonged interview with a real psychiatrist and he said that he would.
So, the judge stated that she wanted more information before she made a decision.
more to come...
Then the stepson got on the stand and basically called everyone a liar and then lied himself by stating that he was indeed actively attempting to get a job. *rolling eyes*
Then the wife got back up there again and had to say something, but I don't remember what.
The judge asked the stepson if he would submit to a prolonged interview with a real psychiatrist and he said that he would.
So, the judge stated that she wanted more information before she made a decision.
more to come...
Monday, August 20, 2007
Court-day Approacheth
Tomorrow morning at 1000 hrs we will be at the probate court finding out if we have guardianship of the stepson.
Two Thursdays ago, the stepson received the summons to appear in court via the snail mail. He went off! He was yelling that he didn't understand why we were doing this to him; why we were lying, etc. Ultimately, he was worried that we would have him committed for the rest of his life. *rolling eyes*
What he doesn't realize is that if we were just going to wash our hands of him, we would have done so long ago. But then I guess he can't really think outside of his paranoia.
More update after the hearing.
Two Thursdays ago, the stepson received the summons to appear in court via the snail mail. He went off! He was yelling that he didn't understand why we were doing this to him; why we were lying, etc. Ultimately, he was worried that we would have him committed for the rest of his life. *rolling eyes*
What he doesn't realize is that if we were just going to wash our hands of him, we would have done so long ago. But then I guess he can't really think outside of his paranoia.
More update after the hearing.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Slip-slidin Away
Here's the catch-up:
A couple of weeks ago, the court-appointed psychologist/psychiatrist came to the house to diagnose the stepson. She was there about 5 minutes before she said that she had enough to arrive at a conclusion. (he! he!)
Now we are waiting on a court date.
In the meantime, things are slowly starting to slip back down into the psychotic break area for him. He is no longer worried about being clean, he is becoming more withdrawn from us, and locking the doors at night. It will not be long before he'll have to receive medical attention again.
*sigh*
A couple of weeks ago, the court-appointed psychologist/psychiatrist came to the house to diagnose the stepson. She was there about 5 minutes before she said that she had enough to arrive at a conclusion. (he! he!)
Now we are waiting on a court date.
In the meantime, things are slowly starting to slip back down into the psychotic break area for him. He is no longer worried about being clean, he is becoming more withdrawn from us, and locking the doors at night. It will not be long before he'll have to receive medical attention again.
*sigh*
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Paperwork arrives
Last night, the sheriff's deputy finally showed up with the paperwork from the guardianship thing. We let the stepson stew over it for about 30 minutes or so in the carport. Then my wife headed out to talk with him about it.
Needless to say, he was upset. I snuck into the kitchen so that I could eavesdrop and make sure that no one got violent out there. Of course, he still thinks that he is not sick. He even made the comment that he had been in two places already and had been released with a clean bill of health. (Which of course we know is a lie.)
He was particularly upset that my name was on the document and that the document was in my handwriting. hehe
Time will tell!
*sigh*
Needless to say, he was upset. I snuck into the kitchen so that I could eavesdrop and make sure that no one got violent out there. Of course, he still thinks that he is not sick. He even made the comment that he had been in two places already and had been released with a clean bill of health. (Which of course we know is a lie.)
He was particularly upset that my name was on the document and that the document was in my handwriting. hehe
Time will tell!
*sigh*
Monday, July 02, 2007
Weekend
So this last weekend the oldest stepson came so that we could help him rebuild a fallen retaining wall at his rental house. While he was at our house, not once did the youngest come out of his room to talk with his brother. Then on Saturday night, we came home from eating supper and the oldest had brought home some food for the youngest. He immediately threw it away. I wound up running to Wendy's for his supper.
Yesterday, we wound up driving around for a bit, then watching a movie at one place then eating supper and then watching a second movie at a second theater. hehe. When we got back, the youngest stepson was sitting in the carport smoking his wood-chip "cigarette". I said, "Hey." He said nothing.
Then we came inside and he was looking in the cabinet for something to eat. I volunteered to go and get him something to eat. He refused.
STILL not right. Also, I have to wonder if the Sheriff's office showed up while we were out. Or perhaps it was just being left alone for that long set him back down a few steps in his paranoia.
*sigh*
Yesterday, we wound up driving around for a bit, then watching a movie at one place then eating supper and then watching a second movie at a second theater. hehe. When we got back, the youngest stepson was sitting in the carport smoking his wood-chip "cigarette". I said, "Hey." He said nothing.
Then we came inside and he was looking in the cabinet for something to eat. I volunteered to go and get him something to eat. He refused.
STILL not right. Also, I have to wonder if the Sheriff's office showed up while we were out. Or perhaps it was just being left alone for that long set him back down a few steps in his paranoia.
*sigh*
Guardianship
So, I went and picked up the filled-in paperwork from the mental hospital. (The director of the mental health program was the one that signed them!!) Then I returned to work. I called the wife and told her that I had the paperwork. We made the plan to go to a local trivia game/supper and fill them in on Tuesday, June 26th, 2007.
When we were done with all we could do, I made a list on one of the papers that we would not have to turn in, of things that my wife needed to finish, like financial stuff, etc.
On Wednesday, June 27th, 2007, we went to probate court with paperwork and checque in hand. The lady at the court was much more helpful this time in getting things stated in just the right way so that the judge would take our side and allow the case to go forward.
The order of things to come are thusly;
1) Paperwork typed up and submitted by probate worker bee.
2) Judge starts case and gives copy of affidavit to Sheriff's office to deliver to the stepson.
3) A court appointed Psychologist visits son to evaluate him.
4) Court docket is assigned and everyone notified.
5) Stepson receives his free state-appointed lawyer.
6) Court date arrives.
*sigh*
When we were done with all we could do, I made a list on one of the papers that we would not have to turn in, of things that my wife needed to finish, like financial stuff, etc.
On Wednesday, June 27th, 2007, we went to probate court with paperwork and checque in hand. The lady at the court was much more helpful this time in getting things stated in just the right way so that the judge would take our side and allow the case to go forward.
The order of things to come are thusly;
1) Paperwork typed up and submitted by probate worker bee.
2) Judge starts case and gives copy of affidavit to Sheriff's office to deliver to the stepson.
3) A court appointed Psychologist visits son to evaluate him.
4) Court docket is assigned and everyone notified.
5) Stepson receives his free state-appointed lawyer.
6) Court date arrives.
*sigh*
Monday, June 25, 2007
Filling In The Blanks
So, on Thursday, the social worker at the hospital called and gave us some advice. the advice was to go back to the court system and get Adult Guardianship over the stepson. Because he was refusing anymore meds and was getting very hostile about wanting out of there.
Since he was put there under a 1014 (Probate judge ordered evaluation) they could not keep him longer than seven days.
The wife and I rushed to probate court and got the paperwork started for this. We had to deliver part of the stack of paperwork to the doctors at the hospital so that they could fill it out. Which reminds me, I have to pick that whole thing up this morning! Anyway, when we arrived, I tried to get the social worker to come out to the guard desk and talk with us and get the paperwork. She asked us to come into the CSU unit where everyone, including the stepson, was at. I rolled my eyes and in we went.
Just as I suspected, the stepson went ballistic when he saw both of us there. He became very aggressive. I had to laugh on the inside at his fronting. I looked him in the eye and said, "We are not here to see you so back off." It didn't quiet him very long.
Anyway, so they released him on Friday, June 22, 2007 at 1000 hrs. Since he refused help from them and refused to call us, he was released to the street. His mom moped around all damn day feeling like she had lost her son. I told her that it would not take him long to call home and asked to be picked up. Sure enough, he called at 2200 hrs that night and asked to be picked up.
The weekend was very quiet since he spent most of the time hiding in his room.
I guess we'll see where this goes with the whole guardianship thing.
*sigh*
Since he was put there under a 1014 (Probate judge ordered evaluation) they could not keep him longer than seven days.
The wife and I rushed to probate court and got the paperwork started for this. We had to deliver part of the stack of paperwork to the doctors at the hospital so that they could fill it out. Which reminds me, I have to pick that whole thing up this morning! Anyway, when we arrived, I tried to get the social worker to come out to the guard desk and talk with us and get the paperwork. She asked us to come into the CSU unit where everyone, including the stepson, was at. I rolled my eyes and in we went.
Just as I suspected, the stepson went ballistic when he saw both of us there. He became very aggressive. I had to laugh on the inside at his fronting. I looked him in the eye and said, "We are not here to see you so back off." It didn't quiet him very long.
Anyway, so they released him on Friday, June 22, 2007 at 1000 hrs. Since he refused help from them and refused to call us, he was released to the street. His mom moped around all damn day feeling like she had lost her son. I told her that it would not take him long to call home and asked to be picked up. Sure enough, he called at 2200 hrs that night and asked to be picked up.
The weekend was very quiet since he spent most of the time hiding in his room.
I guess we'll see where this goes with the whole guardianship thing.
*sigh*
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The Collared Psychologist
Through this whole ordeal of the stepson's latest crash, there has been a definite demon/God theme to his thoughts. So, we had asked our preacher, who is also a Psychologist, to help out. He responded very positively and then we didn't hear from again until Wednesday, June 20, 2007.
Well, TOO freaking late. The stepson has now been on medication for 5 days and almost back to normal. He is not going to talk with a stranger at this point.
The whole world would be saved if we had follow-thru.
*sigh*
Well, TOO freaking late. The stepson has now been on medication for 5 days and almost back to normal. He is not going to talk with a stranger at this point.
The whole world would be saved if we had follow-thru.
*sigh*
SSI, The Shame of Georgia
Wife just called me and told me that the SSI representative at Grady, Ms Banks, was refusing to award the stepson with SSI insurance because he had only been hospitalized twice. Huh!?
I called into the unit and got a nurse on the phone and mentioned that whole thing. She said that she had seen a lady walk in and talk with him for less than one minute. *rolling eyes* I asked if she could let Dr. Short know about what was going on and to please have her call me back.
I called the wife back and told her what was going on. She called Ms. Banks back and asked her what was up, told her about the other THREE hospitals, etc. Ms. Banks said that she went and talked with Schizo-boy and asked him if he was disabled. DUH! Of course he's going to say he has nothing wrong with him.
What a stupid, inept government representative.
I guess I have to sic the Doctor on her. Screw it.
I called into the unit and got a nurse on the phone and mentioned that whole thing. She said that she had seen a lady walk in and talk with him for less than one minute. *rolling eyes* I asked if she could let Dr. Short know about what was going on and to please have her call me back.
I called the wife back and told her what was going on. She called Ms. Banks back and asked her what was up, told her about the other THREE hospitals, etc. Ms. Banks said that she went and talked with Schizo-boy and asked him if he was disabled. DUH! Of course he's going to say he has nothing wrong with him.
What a stupid, inept government representative.
I guess I have to sic the Doctor on her. Screw it.
The Clothes Game and Other Tales
Over last weekend, June 16 & 17 2007, the nurses at Grady told us that they were having a real hard time keeping the stepson in clothes. He was refusing to keep them on. He was also very paranoid about having staff.
Talked with his doctor on Tuesday, June 19th, 2007. Her name is Dr. Short. She is reporting that she definitely sees his mental problems. She will be keeping him until Monday, June 25, 2007 and when she releases him, it will be with 30 days of meds plus THEY will make the appointment with an outpatient clinic and tell him that he has to keep it.
I asked for some slippers since his feet are so ate up from walking for hours barefooted. We purchased some from Target and took them down to him on Tuesday. Due to rain, ball game, and daily traffic, it took us 6 HOURS round trip.
Talked with his doctor on Tuesday, June 19th, 2007. Her name is Dr. Short. She is reporting that she definitely sees his mental problems. She will be keeping him until Monday, June 25, 2007 and when she releases him, it will be with 30 days of meds plus THEY will make the appointment with an outpatient clinic and tell him that he has to keep it.
I asked for some slippers since his feet are so ate up from walking for hours barefooted. We purchased some from Target and took them down to him on Tuesday. Due to rain, ball game, and daily traffic, it took us 6 HOURS round trip.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sheriff's Office Saves The Day
After the fiasco with the mobile crisis unit, I had to go to work that night. When I got back to the house at 0600 hrs I was really tired. I planned to get up at 0900 and call downtown and get the missing OTA found and served on that day.
While I slept, my wife had to deal with the son. At one point, I heard her calling out the front door asking him what he was doing. I didn't hear his response. Then she said, "You are standing in the street and naked! You need to come into the house. Where are your underwear?"
I got up.
She called the Sheriff's office around 0930 hrs and got a captain on the phone. She explained the seriousness of the situation and begged him to do something. at about 1200 hrs the sheriff arrived and hauled the stepson off to the main hospital for our county.
*long sigh*
We got a call on Saturday morning at 0300 from one of the workers at the hospital. Let me say that again, at 0300 hrs! That's 3 AM. They were asking what was going on with the son that got him there, etc. *rolling eyes*
We went on Sunday to visit the stepson and see what was being done for him. We took him some clothes. We arrived at about 1330 and they said he was too agitated to take visitors but they did take the clothes for him.
We left and went home for a bit. Then we took off around 5 to go to the apple store for a bit, ate a slow supper and then showed back up down there.
We found out the following:
1) They were seeing that he was have a schizophrenic episode.
2) They were only sedating him until they could get a bed available at GA Regional, their mental hospital system.
3) It could be days before that happens.
4) At least the staff at the main hospital, Grady were able to see the son like we had been seeing him for over a week.
More as it happens...
While I slept, my wife had to deal with the son. At one point, I heard her calling out the front door asking him what he was doing. I didn't hear his response. Then she said, "You are standing in the street and naked! You need to come into the house. Where are your underwear?"
I got up.
She called the Sheriff's office around 0930 hrs and got a captain on the phone. She explained the seriousness of the situation and begged him to do something. at about 1200 hrs the sheriff arrived and hauled the stepson off to the main hospital for our county.
*long sigh*
We got a call on Saturday morning at 0300 from one of the workers at the hospital. Let me say that again, at 0300 hrs! That's 3 AM. They were asking what was going on with the son that got him there, etc. *rolling eyes*
We went on Sunday to visit the stepson and see what was being done for him. We took him some clothes. We arrived at about 1330 and they said he was too agitated to take visitors but they did take the clothes for him.
We left and went home for a bit. Then we took off around 5 to go to the apple store for a bit, ate a slow supper and then showed back up down there.
We found out the following:
1) They were seeing that he was have a schizophrenic episode.
2) They were only sedating him until they could get a bed available at GA Regional, their mental hospital system.
3) It could be days before that happens.
4) At least the staff at the main hospital, Grady were able to see the son like we had been seeing him for over a week.
More as it happens...
Mobile Crisis Unit: Invaluable tool or just invaluable?
So, the next day, Thursday, we called the crisis unit again because he was in a TERRIBLE state. They came out 4.5 HOURS later... at 11:45 pm. What a crock. Then they stood in the living room while I had a conversation with the stepson in the next room trying to get him to talk with them. Our conversation went sorta like this:
Me: You asked us two days ago to help you get the chip out of your head. These people can help you get that chip out of your head.
Him: No, UGA is responsible for putting it there and they are the only ones that can remove it. I'm going to have to have a operational procedure with them.
Me: It doesn't matter who put it there, these people can get it out of your head. At least give them
Him: Did you SEE that!?! (eyes rolling wildly in his head as he stares at the dryer door which had slowly closed on its own.)
Me: No, I didn't see anything.
Him: Someone is f**king with me. They are invisible and closing this door. (slams door closed) They better stop and stop now. (continues to freak out looking for invisible instigator.)
I step back into the living room where the psychologist and cop are at and said, "Did you just hear that conversation!?!?" They feigned like they didn't. I kicked them out.
What a waste of tax payer's money.
Me: You asked us two days ago to help you get the chip out of your head. These people can help you get that chip out of your head.
Him: No, UGA is responsible for putting it there and they are the only ones that can remove it. I'm going to have to have a operational procedure with them.
Me: It doesn't matter who put it there, these people can get it out of your head. At least give them
Him: Did you SEE that!?! (eyes rolling wildly in his head as he stares at the dryer door which had slowly closed on its own.)
Me: No, I didn't see anything.
Him: Someone is f**king with me. They are invisible and closing this door. (slams door closed) They better stop and stop now. (continues to freak out looking for invisible instigator.)
I step back into the living room where the psychologist and cop are at and said, "Did you just hear that conversation!?!?" They feigned like they didn't. I kicked them out.
What a waste of tax payer's money.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Commitments
Yesterday, my wife and I went to probate and got a judge to commit the stepson. Now the sheriff's office has 7 days to pick him up. Hopefully, this will go smoother than last night...
We were sitting around and the stepson kept walking into the room like he wanted to say something to us. He would then sit on the couch and watch TV with us, which he hasn't done in forever. We figured that he was hanging out with us because he is scared. (Same reason he sleeps with the bedroom light on and his door open!)
So, we pow-wowed and decided to try calling the crisis unit to see if they could have him picked up any faster than the sheriff's office. That's when we realized that we forgot to get a copy of the damn OTA that was signed by the judge. *triple sigh* Anyway, the crisis people wound up calling the police - which was just plain stupid. They couldn't do anything without the paperwork.
Luckily, the stepson is so confused and addle-brained that I just acted like the cops were there by mistake and he bought right into it
We were sitting around and the stepson kept walking into the room like he wanted to say something to us. He would then sit on the couch and watch TV with us, which he hasn't done in forever. We figured that he was hanging out with us because he is scared. (Same reason he sleeps with the bedroom light on and his door open!)
So, we pow-wowed and decided to try calling the crisis unit to see if they could have him picked up any faster than the sheriff's office. That's when we realized that we forgot to get a copy of the damn OTA that was signed by the judge. *triple sigh* Anyway, the crisis people wound up calling the police - which was just plain stupid. They couldn't do anything without the paperwork.
Luckily, the stepson is so confused and addle-brained that I just acted like the cops were there by mistake and he bought right into it
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Crash! At last...
Finally! The stepson has crashed again. His oldest brother called him yesterday and was very brutal with him on the phone He yelled at him about getting a job and then when he refused to he yelled at him about owing him the money he owes for the help getting his car fixed.
Last night, I heard things a little too quiet in the kitchen, so I pulled the ol' getting-a-drink-of-water trick and stepped into the kitchen. The stepson scrambled with something on the island and I commented that my new workout regime was making me thirsty. He bought it. After I went back into the room, I thought that what I had seen him doing was writing a cheque.
So, I woke up my wife and asked her where our cheques were at. She said they were all in her purse which was in the living room. So, we both got up and went into the kitchen and living room. She asked her son what he was doing. He said that he was "making notes" and indeed was just making notes on a notepad that was about the shape of a cheque. *rolling eyes* SO, we went back to bed.
This morning, my wife called and said that he had just left the house 2 1/2 hours ago in his pajamas and she went into his room and found about 25 notes in his trash. They had stuff like, "You need to let me sleep! You are killing me! What, do you want me to die? Get out of my head you demon. Randall is in the bottom half and he is not letting me eat. You have to get out of my head because I have to get a job."
So, I called to a neighboring county's mental health hospital which is better than the ones in our county. They said that self-pay is very expensive and it would cost $1,200/day for him to stay there.
We also contacted our pastor who is also a Psychologist. I asked him if he wanted to take a stab with my stepson. He agreed immediately. My wife is supposed to deliver those notes to him - copies of them hopefully! so that he can understand what he is walking into.
If he fails, we will be committing him again. He needs help, serious help.
*sigh*
Last night, I heard things a little too quiet in the kitchen, so I pulled the ol' getting-a-drink-of-water trick and stepped into the kitchen. The stepson scrambled with something on the island and I commented that my new workout regime was making me thirsty. He bought it. After I went back into the room, I thought that what I had seen him doing was writing a cheque.
So, I woke up my wife and asked her where our cheques were at. She said they were all in her purse which was in the living room. So, we both got up and went into the kitchen and living room. She asked her son what he was doing. He said that he was "making notes" and indeed was just making notes on a notepad that was about the shape of a cheque. *rolling eyes* SO, we went back to bed.
This morning, my wife called and said that he had just left the house 2 1/2 hours ago in his pajamas and she went into his room and found about 25 notes in his trash. They had stuff like, "You need to let me sleep! You are killing me! What, do you want me to die? Get out of my head you demon. Randall is in the bottom half and he is not letting me eat. You have to get out of my head because I have to get a job."
So, I called to a neighboring county's mental health hospital which is better than the ones in our county. They said that self-pay is very expensive and it would cost $1,200/day for him to stay there.
We also contacted our pastor who is also a Psychologist. I asked him if he wanted to take a stab with my stepson. He agreed immediately. My wife is supposed to deliver those notes to him - copies of them hopefully! so that he can understand what he is walking into.
If he fails, we will be committing him again. He needs help, serious help.
*sigh*
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The Cablebox Fight
So, Sunday morning as we were about to leave for church, the wife comes in all pissed off. She says that she paid the cable bill online and saw that the stepson had "purchased" two porno movies through his cable box a week or so ago.
So, we unhooked his cable line from our room and left him a note on the printed out bill. She circled the porn entries showing where he had rented them and the dates. Then wrote "Unhook your cable box and put it and the remote on kitchen island. I'm turning it in to the cable company. You OWE $26.83 for these two porn movies."
Then we went to church.
When we got back, he was attempting to create rabbit ears out of tin foil. So, I said, you can have the cable signal back as soon as you take the box out. He just ignored me. Then 'bout an hour later, him and his mom got into a big fight about the movies. He was going with the "deny, deny, deny" lie method. So, I walked in that room and told him at this point it didn't matter whether he had rented the movies or not... we were still turning in the cable box. He got quiet again and went onto the back deck.
His mom followed him out there and told him he could have the cable signal back without the box as soon as he paid her $26.83 for the porn movies. They got into again. She pulled the "Look at where your brothers are and look at the sorry state you are in" speech, which she has never done before. At the end, he got all pissed off because he thought that we had crawled under the house and disconnected his TV. I told him that if he went under the house and rigged up a cable connection for his room without our permission, I would literally cut every single wire under the house.
We came to a stand off.
Three hours later, I finally told his mom to connect the cable up because he now understood that his cable TV was at our complete mercy.
*sigh*
So, we unhooked his cable line from our room and left him a note on the printed out bill. She circled the porn entries showing where he had rented them and the dates. Then wrote "Unhook your cable box and put it and the remote on kitchen island. I'm turning it in to the cable company. You OWE $26.83 for these two porn movies."
Then we went to church.
When we got back, he was attempting to create rabbit ears out of tin foil. So, I said, you can have the cable signal back as soon as you take the box out. He just ignored me. Then 'bout an hour later, him and his mom got into a big fight about the movies. He was going with the "deny, deny, deny" lie method. So, I walked in that room and told him at this point it didn't matter whether he had rented the movies or not... we were still turning in the cable box. He got quiet again and went onto the back deck.
His mom followed him out there and told him he could have the cable signal back without the box as soon as he paid her $26.83 for the porn movies. They got into again. She pulled the "Look at where your brothers are and look at the sorry state you are in" speech, which she has never done before. At the end, he got all pissed off because he thought that we had crawled under the house and disconnected his TV. I told him that if he went under the house and rigged up a cable connection for his room without our permission, I would literally cut every single wire under the house.
We came to a stand off.
Three hours later, I finally told his mom to connect the cable up because he now understood that his cable TV was at our complete mercy.
*sigh*
Monday, May 21, 2007
The Weekender
We decided to de-stress by going away for the weekend. We had a blast spending lots o' money and basically doing a heck of a lot of nothing.
We got back last night and noticed that there were sodas in the fridge and then later I heard the stepson smacking down some cigarettes in an actual pack.
I immediately stepped into the computer room to make sure that the Mac was still there. It was, thank God for that... now I just wonder what he stole and sold to be able to afford soda and cigs.
*sigh*
We got back last night and noticed that there were sodas in the fridge and then later I heard the stepson smacking down some cigarettes in an actual pack.
I immediately stepped into the computer room to make sure that the Mac was still there. It was, thank God for that... now I just wonder what he stole and sold to be able to afford soda and cigs.
*sigh*
Monday, May 14, 2007
The Blow-out
Well, after a really suck-ass Mother's Day for my wife due to ungrateful little self-centered sons, we were laying in bed at 2300 hrs and suddenly the sickie got up and went into the kitchen. He proceeded to raise all kinds of hell with pots and pans, opening and closing cabinet doors, water running and then even had the balls to start the dishwasher.
The last straw was when he lowered the air conditioner to 70 degrees. That was IT! I blew up! I got up and put on a pair of jeans-shorts and went stomping out of the room into the hall and turned the AC back up to 73 degrees. Then I saw him staring at me from the kitchen. So, I told him that if he didn't stop lowering the AC I was just going to take the controller for it. He said, "Go ahead, I don't care!" So, I did.
Then as our bedroom door slammed shut, I heard him say, "What disrespectful shit." I confirmed with my wife that he did indeed to just call MEEEE disrespectful. I went back out there and into the kitchen and said, "Did you just call ME disrespectful?" and of course he yelled an affirmative. So, I yelled back, "You wanna talk about disrespectful? Fine! Who is that gets up EVERY night and comes in here banging cabinets, fixing food, and cleaning dishes at 11 pm?"
He walked closer to me like he was going to try to get into my face and intimidate me. He yelled back all snotty, "Well I guess that would be ME!" So I added on and yelled, "And who is it that plays their God Damned TV in the next room all damn night? NOW you have an example of disrespect!"
He immediately showed fear in his eyes and started screaming about calling the cops. I sat down in a kitchen chair and said in a calmer voice, "Well, I'm waiting! Call them! Get them here."
So, he calls 911 like 10 times in the next 15 minutes. A cop shows up.
I meet the cop in the front of the house and explain that the stepson has been diagnosed with Schizophrenia and that he has not been making/keeping appointments with a psychiatrist and he was not taking any medication for it. I also told him that we did just have an argument about the AC and doing dishes while we are trying to sleep and playing his TV all night.
So, we go in and find the stepson on the back deck smoking his hand-rolled cigarettes. The cop calms him down and gets it out of him that the real deal is that he thinks that I have a warrant out for my arrest and that I'm a rapist.
So, I give the cop my license and say, "Please, run a check on me so we can end this myth and be done with it." He does and of course, he doesn't find anything wrong. *rolling eyes*
The cop then tells the stepson to go back into the house and talks with me on the deck. He asks if we have a weapon in the house. I say absolutely not. He says that is good. He also says that since the stepson is 25, we can evict him any time we want. I say that I was aware of that but we knew that he is not capable of living on his own and if we kicked him to the curb, he would just end up in jail and that was not the right way to handle this. I told him about having him committed and they did the tests and they came out positive for Schizophrenia and they had released him with the orders that he had to seek an appointment with a psychiatrist and stay on his medications. He had refused to do so after he got out stating that he didn't have a problem.
The cop's mouth dropped and he said that he admired me and his mom because he knew what we were having to deal with and he could not have made it this far. He also told me that a prominent person that lived on blahblah drive - right around the corner from our house - was going through the exact same thing with his son. I asked the cop if he had suggested NAMI to the other guy.
Then the cop left, I went to bed, and so did the stepson. He even turned off that damn TV for the night.
Of course, now my wife is not talking to me despite the fact that I did not kick him out and I could have had him picked up last night because I know that the county has a warrant out for him. So it would have taken one sentence from me to change his life on a more permanent basis.
*sigh*
The last straw was when he lowered the air conditioner to 70 degrees. That was IT! I blew up! I got up and put on a pair of jeans-shorts and went stomping out of the room into the hall and turned the AC back up to 73 degrees. Then I saw him staring at me from the kitchen. So, I told him that if he didn't stop lowering the AC I was just going to take the controller for it. He said, "Go ahead, I don't care!" So, I did.
Then as our bedroom door slammed shut, I heard him say, "What disrespectful shit." I confirmed with my wife that he did indeed to just call MEEEE disrespectful. I went back out there and into the kitchen and said, "Did you just call ME disrespectful?" and of course he yelled an affirmative. So, I yelled back, "You wanna talk about disrespectful? Fine! Who is that gets up EVERY night and comes in here banging cabinets, fixing food, and cleaning dishes at 11 pm?"
He walked closer to me like he was going to try to get into my face and intimidate me. He yelled back all snotty, "Well I guess that would be ME!" So I added on and yelled, "And who is it that plays their God Damned TV in the next room all damn night? NOW you have an example of disrespect!"
He immediately showed fear in his eyes and started screaming about calling the cops. I sat down in a kitchen chair and said in a calmer voice, "Well, I'm waiting! Call them! Get them here."
So, he calls 911 like 10 times in the next 15 minutes. A cop shows up.
I meet the cop in the front of the house and explain that the stepson has been diagnosed with Schizophrenia and that he has not been making/keeping appointments with a psychiatrist and he was not taking any medication for it. I also told him that we did just have an argument about the AC and doing dishes while we are trying to sleep and playing his TV all night.
So, we go in and find the stepson on the back deck smoking his hand-rolled cigarettes. The cop calms him down and gets it out of him that the real deal is that he thinks that I have a warrant out for my arrest and that I'm a rapist.
So, I give the cop my license and say, "Please, run a check on me so we can end this myth and be done with it." He does and of course, he doesn't find anything wrong. *rolling eyes*
The cop then tells the stepson to go back into the house and talks with me on the deck. He asks if we have a weapon in the house. I say absolutely not. He says that is good. He also says that since the stepson is 25, we can evict him any time we want. I say that I was aware of that but we knew that he is not capable of living on his own and if we kicked him to the curb, he would just end up in jail and that was not the right way to handle this. I told him about having him committed and they did the tests and they came out positive for Schizophrenia and they had released him with the orders that he had to seek an appointment with a psychiatrist and stay on his medications. He had refused to do so after he got out stating that he didn't have a problem.
The cop's mouth dropped and he said that he admired me and his mom because he knew what we were having to deal with and he could not have made it this far. He also told me that a prominent person that lived on blahblah drive - right around the corner from our house - was going through the exact same thing with his son. I asked the cop if he had suggested NAMI to the other guy.
Then the cop left, I went to bed, and so did the stepson. He even turned off that damn TV for the night.
Of course, now my wife is not talking to me despite the fact that I did not kick him out and I could have had him picked up last night because I know that the county has a warrant out for him. So it would have taken one sentence from me to change his life on a more permanent basis.
*sigh*
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
The Latest
As we lay in bed last night, my wife told me what she had told the stepson that morning. He had to get a job and he HAD to make an appointment with a doctor and keep it to live at our house rent free. Then she made SURE that he understood exactly what he had to do.
we'll see, I guess.
*sigh*
we'll see, I guess.
*sigh*
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Tick Tick Tick
Time's-a-tickin! Sunday is the last day of the stepson's stay at my house for free. If he does not have a confirmed appointment with a psychiatrist by then, he has to leave on Monday. If he has not left my property with all of his shit by the time I get home from work, I will show up with the police to assist in kicking him to the curb.
Recently, he has begun to listen to the local police scanner via the internet, do searches for mind control, and stay up for days at a time. If in the next few remaining days he does something that would convince a judge that he needs to be committed - again - then I will definitely jump on that.
*double sigh*
Recently, he has begun to listen to the local police scanner via the internet, do searches for mind control, and stay up for days at a time. If in the next few remaining days he does something that would convince a judge that he needs to be committed - again - then I will definitely jump on that.
*double sigh*
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
He's Good!
Nothing new these days except that he's acting almost normal around his mom. But he has not said more than 5 words to me. Which is the only thing saving his life right now.
His mom told him he had to start looking for a job. yeah right. Like THAT's going to happen anytime soon. *rolling eyes* I asked her last night if the little sickie has made and kept another appointment with a REAL psychiatrist. NOT a social worker, not a fictional "specialist" of his mind's choice. We are slipping on our line in the sand here with regards to he HAS to do the things that we said or get out. Currently he should be OUT.
*SIGH!*
His mom told him he had to start looking for a job. yeah right. Like THAT's going to happen anytime soon. *rolling eyes* I asked her last night if the little sickie has made and kept another appointment with a REAL psychiatrist. NOT a social worker, not a fictional "specialist" of his mind's choice. We are slipping on our line in the sand here with regards to he HAS to do the things that we said or get out. Currently he should be OUT.
*SIGH!*
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
County's Advice
I had called the fellow that does admissions into the county's mental health system and had a lengthy conversation with him about the stepson. His advice? Continue to OTA the boy until either the county takes more of an interest or until the stepson realizes that we are not going to give up until he does the right thing.
This road just got a whole lot rockier.
*double sigh*
This road just got a whole lot rockier.
*double sigh*
Med-less in Georgia
Well, just as I knew would happen, the stepson took the medicine that was given to him by the hospital. That lasted five days. During that five days, he was actually beginning to act normal. Doing stuff like actually coming out of his room to eat supper, talking to his mom while I wasn't there, etc. BUT, he only had enough medicine for five days. Now it's all gone and it has cleared his system.
So, we are now back to dealing with the crap again. For example, last night, he showed up in the livingroom and asked how he could turn off the privacy stuff on our phone line because it was blocking him from being able to call his "friend". He had attitude written all over his face like he was pissed off at me for blocking his friend. So, I told him that I could NOT block outgoing calls using privacy director and that if he is hearing that message when he attempted to call his "friend" then it was because that person blocked HIM. He didn't believe me of course.
Last night I had to work on a server at midnight. Everyone was in bed and suddenly there was a knock at the door. I got up and answered. It was a cop. He asked if everything was alright. Since this is NOT the first time that my stepson has done this, I stepped out onto the porch and explained the cop that my stepson had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia and he was off of his meds. I told him about the heated conversation about the phone line earlier in the evening and I told him what happens when he gets upset about crap like that.
The cop attempted to talk with the stepson. The stepson would not come out of his room. I'm sure that he was hiding under his bed, shaking like a leaf.
Today, I took the DSL router with me to work. My wife is forwarding our home phone to her cell phone and then she is going to take every single phone from the house so that calling out from the house is not possible. And I'm calling the county to see if he actually had an appointment yesterday. (*doubt it*) If he didn't, then I think we are through here.
*sigh*
So, we are now back to dealing with the crap again. For example, last night, he showed up in the livingroom and asked how he could turn off the privacy stuff on our phone line because it was blocking him from being able to call his "friend". He had attitude written all over his face like he was pissed off at me for blocking his friend. So, I told him that I could NOT block outgoing calls using privacy director and that if he is hearing that message when he attempted to call his "friend" then it was because that person blocked HIM. He didn't believe me of course.
Last night I had to work on a server at midnight. Everyone was in bed and suddenly there was a knock at the door. I got up and answered. It was a cop. He asked if everything was alright. Since this is NOT the first time that my stepson has done this, I stepped out onto the porch and explained the cop that my stepson had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia and he was off of his meds. I told him about the heated conversation about the phone line earlier in the evening and I told him what happens when he gets upset about crap like that.
The cop attempted to talk with the stepson. The stepson would not come out of his room. I'm sure that he was hiding under his bed, shaking like a leaf.
Today, I took the DSL router with me to work. My wife is forwarding our home phone to her cell phone and then she is going to take every single phone from the house so that calling out from the house is not possible. And I'm calling the county to see if he actually had an appointment yesterday. (*doubt it*) If he didn't, then I think we are through here.
*sigh*
Friday, March 09, 2007
Schizophrenia Confirmed
Been awhile since I posted...
As it turned out, we finally convinced the step son to take the meds that they were offering him and to take the test. The test resulted in a confirmed diagnosis of Paranoid/Delsional Schizophrenia for my stepson.
Last Thursday they kicked him out. They told him that he had to make an appointment with the county's mental health system and see a psychiatrist. They were supposed to give him a one week perscription for the meds. They forgot. So, when my wife got him home there was a messaage waiting from the doc saying that she forgot to give him the meds. So, he went back the next day and picked them up.
SUPPOSEDLY, he called the number for the county and left a message. We dont' know yet whether he has heard back from them or not. However, they haven't called back by the middle of next week, we are dropping the ultimatum on him. It is this:
1) He MUST make and keep the appointment with the county psychiatrist.
2) He MUST take the meds they give him in the future.
If he does not do either of those two things, he has to leave our house until he does.
Oh yeah, so the meds helped him a LOT. He was/is starting to act a little more normal. Of course, he is now out of pills probably, so it'll be back.
Schizophrenia is not curable.
*sigh*
As it turned out, we finally convinced the step son to take the meds that they were offering him and to take the test. The test resulted in a confirmed diagnosis of Paranoid/Delsional Schizophrenia for my stepson.
Last Thursday they kicked him out. They told him that he had to make an appointment with the county's mental health system and see a psychiatrist. They were supposed to give him a one week perscription for the meds. They forgot. So, when my wife got him home there was a messaage waiting from the doc saying that she forgot to give him the meds. So, he went back the next day and picked them up.
SUPPOSEDLY, he called the number for the county and left a message. We dont' know yet whether he has heard back from them or not. However, they haven't called back by the middle of next week, we are dropping the ultimatum on him. It is this:
1) He MUST make and keep the appointment with the county psychiatrist.
2) He MUST take the meds they give him in the future.
If he does not do either of those two things, he has to leave our house until he does.
Oh yeah, so the meds helped him a LOT. He was/is starting to act a little more normal. Of course, he is now out of pills probably, so it'll be back.
Schizophrenia is not curable.
*sigh*
Monday, February 26, 2007
The Hindi Counselling
Friday, my wife and I went to visit the stepson at the mental ward. The "doctor" met with all of us as well as the stepson's social worker. The "doctor" rolled her eyes a lot for some unknown reason... like this whole thing with the stepson is just a made up crap. About over that hindi freak.
We took him cigs. He spent the entire time making damn sure to piss everyone off by telling us all that he hated everyone that he was just going to bide his time until he got out and then he would leave our house and never come back because we are nothing to him and he hates me and he thinks that if his mom just leaves me, divorces me that she would be so much happier and he would become her son again otherwise she was nothing to him and he couldn't be kept longer than five days and no he wouldn't take a test because he was completely sane and sure he'll take the test if it will get him out of there quicker and no he isn't going to take a test because HE is the normal one and he's just biding his time and then he's outta there in five days because they can't hold him any longer because he is completely sane and doesn't NEED to take any tests and they should be testing his mom and I and they can't hold him longer than five days.
That was basically the jist of the meeting.
*sigh*
We took him cigs. He spent the entire time making damn sure to piss everyone off by telling us all that he hated everyone that he was just going to bide his time until he got out and then he would leave our house and never come back because we are nothing to him and he hates me and he thinks that if his mom just leaves me, divorces me that she would be so much happier and he would become her son again otherwise she was nothing to him and he couldn't be kept longer than five days and no he wouldn't take a test because he was completely sane and sure he'll take the test if it will get him out of there quicker and no he isn't going to take a test because HE is the normal one and he's just biding his time and then he's outta there in five days because they can't hold him any longer because he is completely sane and doesn't NEED to take any tests and they should be testing his mom and I and they can't hold him longer than five days.
That was basically the jist of the meeting.
*sigh*
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Calls from the Psyche Ward
Starting around 4:30 or so yesterday, the stepson has been calling the house, my wife's cell phone, and now my cellphone. He even called at 0530 this morning!
He called me on my cell this morning and I answered, "Hello, this is blahblah" and he immediately started yelling. So, I slowly walked into a phone office at my work and just let him rant. After about 4 minutes straight of him yelling, he stopped and asked if I was there.
I said, "Yup! But if you start yelling again, I'm just going to hang up and turn my cell phone off."
We had a short conversation with him accusing me of fabricating everything and that as soon as he got out he was going to do the same thing to me. I wished him good fortune with that pursuit.
He said that he was going to push the charges on me for raping his girlfriend. I told him good luck since she didn't say that I had raped her. So, he came back with, "What, are you calling my girlfriend behind my back now?" And I said, "She has not been your girlfriend since the summer of 2004. In fact, she refuses to even TALK to you at this point... so whatever. Do you dangest."
Then he asked why I was doing this to him. I told him because he was sick and needed help. He brought up that he saw this as his word against mine and he would win. So I responded with I would do this again and again until it worked because the alternative - kicking him out - would be a death warrant for him.
He hung up on me.
*sigh*
He called me on my cell this morning and I answered, "Hello, this is blahblah" and he immediately started yelling. So, I slowly walked into a phone office at my work and just let him rant. After about 4 minutes straight of him yelling, he stopped and asked if I was there.
I said, "Yup! But if you start yelling again, I'm just going to hang up and turn my cell phone off."
We had a short conversation with him accusing me of fabricating everything and that as soon as he got out he was going to do the same thing to me. I wished him good fortune with that pursuit.
He said that he was going to push the charges on me for raping his girlfriend. I told him good luck since she didn't say that I had raped her. So, he came back with, "What, are you calling my girlfriend behind my back now?" And I said, "She has not been your girlfriend since the summer of 2004. In fact, she refuses to even TALK to you at this point... so whatever. Do you dangest."
Then he asked why I was doing this to him. I told him because he was sick and needed help. He brought up that he saw this as his word against mine and he would win. So I responded with I would do this again and again until it worked because the alternative - kicking him out - would be a death warrant for him.
He hung up on me.
*sigh*
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
DONE!
Freakin FINALLY the sheriffs have come and picked up the stepson. Of course, his momma chicken'd out at the last minute and left while they did it. For a few seconds, I thought that I was going to have to make a mad dash to the house to assist. But, right as I was hitting the parking deck, they called back and said it was done.
Now we gotta pray and pray and pray that this works! The county has 48 hours to find what we have been seeing for more than a year. God, PLEASE help the person on the other end see with our eyes.
*sigh*
Now we gotta pray and pray and pray that this works! The county has 48 hours to find what we have been seeing for more than a year. God, PLEASE help the person on the other end see with our eyes.
*sigh*
And Still
Even after repeatedly calling the local sheriff's office yesterday, they STILL haven't taken my stepson into custody. So, what does that mean for me? Yesterday, he broke the lock on the door to the computer room, stole the DSL wireless router, and we are assuming at this point that he burned it in the firepit that he has started up again.
*sigh*
This morning at 0700 hrs I called the sheriff's office again and BEGGED them to pick him up today.
*crossing fingers*
*sigh*
This morning at 0700 hrs I called the sheriff's office again and BEGGED them to pick him up today.
*crossing fingers*
Monday, February 19, 2007
Waiting On A Pincushion
Yesterday, a Sheriff's deputy called my cellphone and I had to tell him that I was not at the house and could not verify if the stepson was home. So, the deputy told me to call him back when we got back into town.
We arrived back at the house at about 4 pm or so yesterday and I tried calling him back. I got the jail and they told me that I needed to call this other number. So, I call that number and they told me to call the Transfer section. So I called THAT number and got a recording that said if I needed to talk with someone to call the second guy back. *rolling eyes*
No call from them yet today... and they have until tomorrow night at midnight - I'm assuming - complete the OTA per the court system.
We'll see! in the meantime, we have to sit around and wonder if this is going to work, or whether the stepson is going to take off before they serve the OTA, etc, etc. The stepson now has a hammer in his room at the side of his bed. Like he feels like he needs to protect himself from whomever at all times.
*sigh*
We arrived back at the house at about 4 pm or so yesterday and I tried calling him back. I got the jail and they told me that I needed to call this other number. So, I call that number and they told me to call the Transfer section. So I called THAT number and got a recording that said if I needed to talk with someone to call the second guy back. *rolling eyes*
No call from them yet today... and they have until tomorrow night at midnight - I'm assuming - complete the OTA per the court system.
We'll see! in the meantime, we have to sit around and wonder if this is going to work, or whether the stepson is going to take off before they serve the OTA, etc, etc. The stepson now has a hammer in his room at the side of his bed. Like he feels like he needs to protect himself from whomever at all times.
*sigh*
Thursday, February 15, 2007
The OTA
Yesterday, my wife and I spent most of Valentine's day trying to first GET to our local Probate court and then finally writing out every possible thing that the stepson has done so that a judge could decide whether he should be committed. Or have an Order To Apprehend (OTA) taken out on him.
Basically, the sheriff's dept would arrive at the house and take the stepson into custody of the courts. They would then deliver him to the local county mental facility where he will be evualated for mental fitness for no more than 48 hours.
This is a very big risk because if he lies his way through it, then things could be much worse when he gets back to the house. However, we have literally tried every other way to get him help to no avail. Hopefully, this works out.
So the judge signed the OTA with no problems. Happy Valentine's Day.
*sigh*
Basically, the sheriff's dept would arrive at the house and take the stepson into custody of the courts. They would then deliver him to the local county mental facility where he will be evualated for mental fitness for no more than 48 hours.
This is a very big risk because if he lies his way through it, then things could be much worse when he gets back to the house. However, we have literally tried every other way to get him help to no avail. Hopefully, this works out.
So the judge signed the OTA with no problems. Happy Valentine's Day.
*sigh*
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Updating-ier
The stepson spent the weekend out. Just out. We don't know where, of course. Given his attitude today with his mom and I, I would have to guess that it was spent drinking.
When I got home from work, my wife was obviously upset. I finally got her to say that the stepson had answered the phone and it was our realtor. The stepson immediately told him that my wife was not home and hung up on him. *rolling eyes*
So I said, "What the fork!?" loud enough for him to hear behind his closed door at the back of the house. He came out and tried to act like nothing was wrong. So I said, "Son, you need to stop doing that." He said, "I don't know what you're talking about." *rolling eyes* There is no arguing with him about anything that requires logic of any kind because he is essentially not here anymore.
We took off and went to a local Mexican restaurant to drink and eat. While we were there, we decided that tomorrow - um, today? - is the day that we are going to probate court and try to have him committed. Enough, is enough, is enough.
So far, we have the following:
1) He thinks that his ex-girlfriend was at our house at some point. (She's never even BEEN to the house that we currently live in.)
2) He think that she took a warrant out for my arrest because I "raped" her and then dumped her somewhere else.
3) He thinks that he pays all of the bills at our house, including the mortgage. (One month's mortgage payment is more than money than he made in the entire year of 2006!)
4) He thinks that someone has put something into his head and his controlling his thoughts.
5) He thinks that he is being followed at all times.
6) He stole $500.00 out of our checking and now claims that he didn't do anything at all.
7) He leaves the house to walk around the block and doesn't return for days on end with no idea where he was.
I think that we'll win that shiite! And if we don't, then I'm kicking him to the curb. Tired of living in fear that I will come home from work and find my wife dead.
*sigh*
When I got home from work, my wife was obviously upset. I finally got her to say that the stepson had answered the phone and it was our realtor. The stepson immediately told him that my wife was not home and hung up on him. *rolling eyes*
So I said, "What the fork!?" loud enough for him to hear behind his closed door at the back of the house. He came out and tried to act like nothing was wrong. So I said, "Son, you need to stop doing that." He said, "I don't know what you're talking about." *rolling eyes* There is no arguing with him about anything that requires logic of any kind because he is essentially not here anymore.
We took off and went to a local Mexican restaurant to drink and eat. While we were there, we decided that tomorrow - um, today? - is the day that we are going to probate court and try to have him committed. Enough, is enough, is enough.
So far, we have the following:
1) He thinks that his ex-girlfriend was at our house at some point. (She's never even BEEN to the house that we currently live in.)
2) He think that she took a warrant out for my arrest because I "raped" her and then dumped her somewhere else.
3) He thinks that he pays all of the bills at our house, including the mortgage. (One month's mortgage payment is more than money than he made in the entire year of 2006!)
4) He thinks that someone has put something into his head and his controlling his thoughts.
5) He thinks that he is being followed at all times.
6) He stole $500.00 out of our checking and now claims that he didn't do anything at all.
7) He leaves the house to walk around the block and doesn't return for days on end with no idea where he was.
I think that we'll win that shiite! And if we don't, then I'm kicking him to the curb. Tired of living in fear that I will come home from work and find my wife dead.
*sigh*
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
The Quiet Hours
and as things wind down to supper tonight, my wife and I are starting de-stepson the house. You know, hiding anything and everything that we might want to keep. *rolling eyes* And of course, now we have to worry about crap like any documents that might have an account number, not using email that he could possibly read at night while we sleep.
I asked my wife again today to find a legal document software program. I feel that it is becoming evident that someone other than the government might need the residuals of our estate in the case of our untimely demise.
Anyway, we are meeeting the stepson and his middle brother for supper this evening so that we can help plan the middle son's wedding to his brand new jewish Fiance' and to pick up the problem child.
*sigh*
I asked my wife again today to find a legal document software program. I feel that it is becoming evident that someone other than the government might need the residuals of our estate in the case of our untimely demise.
Anyway, we are meeeting the stepson and his middle brother for supper this evening so that we can help plan the middle son's wedding to his brand new jewish Fiance' and to pick up the problem child.
*sigh*
Monday, February 05, 2007
Saturday's Slippery Slope
Saturday, the middle brother came over to the house to pick up my stepson for the weekend. He was visibly upset that his mom had not acknowledged his proposal to his girlfriend and attempted to wait on her to show back up from "the store". I told him that I didn't know how long she would be as I didn't even know what store she was at or what she was buying.
So, he called her and left a message saying that if she didn't say something to his new fiance' in the way of welcome to the family, then basically he was done with the family. My stepson was right htere in the thick of it opening his mouth and spouting off. So, after his brother hung up, he tried to call and left a very nasty message about being childish.
I was spitting nails by that time. The middle brother went out to the car. The youngest came back into the house and demaneded to know his mom was acting that way. I told him it was because of stress. He wanted to know what the stress was. Being mad, I just told him the truth. She and I were living in a hell of stress because he was sick and not right and needed to get help. He immediately said, "Well, I live with a rapist and you don't see ME acting this way!" So, we had it out verbally over that crap.
Eventually, I told him that if he felt so correct about me being a rapist that he should call the police and try to make something of it. He immediately agreed. Then I finished my sentence and said that if the cops showed up for any reason, he would be the one to leave and get committed because he was not thinking clearly. He yelled that I was a liar and left the house.
It took me a good 10 minutes to stop spitting nails.
My wife and I have decided that we should not put off creating legal wills because we cannot guarantee where this boy's mind is going to go next.
In the meantime, we are going to start the procedures for having him committed or "1013'd" which will give the government a right to take his rights away until he is better.
*crossing fingers*
*sigh*
So, he called her and left a message saying that if she didn't say something to his new fiance' in the way of welcome to the family, then basically he was done with the family. My stepson was right htere in the thick of it opening his mouth and spouting off. So, after his brother hung up, he tried to call and left a very nasty message about being childish.
I was spitting nails by that time. The middle brother went out to the car. The youngest came back into the house and demaneded to know his mom was acting that way. I told him it was because of stress. He wanted to know what the stress was. Being mad, I just told him the truth. She and I were living in a hell of stress because he was sick and not right and needed to get help. He immediately said, "Well, I live with a rapist and you don't see ME acting this way!" So, we had it out verbally over that crap.
Eventually, I told him that if he felt so correct about me being a rapist that he should call the police and try to make something of it. He immediately agreed. Then I finished my sentence and said that if the cops showed up for any reason, he would be the one to leave and get committed because he was not thinking clearly. He yelled that I was a liar and left the house.
It took me a good 10 minutes to stop spitting nails.
My wife and I have decided that we should not put off creating legal wills because we cannot guarantee where this boy's mind is going to go next.
In the meantime, we are going to start the procedures for having him committed or "1013'd" which will give the government a right to take his rights away until he is better.
*crossing fingers*
*sigh*
Friday, February 02, 2007
Seeing Red
An hour or so ago, I got really pissed off. Like, uncontrollably pissed off at my stepson. In fact, I realized as I was stomping around the house slamming doors that I was just HOPING that my stepson would step out in front of me so that I could just stomp his ass into floor. Luckily for him, he was not in the house at the time.
At any rate, I could not calm down after I returned to bed. I knew that I was keeping my wife awake because I probably scared her with my temper - which she has only seen once before in our life together. So, I got up, got dressed and retreated to my desk at work where everything is calm and I could be left alone to find some more patience.
The hard thing is that my 25 year old stepson is sick - mentally. He can barely function enough to keep from crapping in his own pants much less think about someone else and how his actions might be affecting them.
Tonight, he left the TV running in his room - one thin wall from our room. It was very loud and tuned to a basketball game.. then he promptly took off on foot down the road for a bit. By the time I had worked myself into a froth about it - enough to actually get up ready to break his neck for him - he had been gone for a couple of hours.
Of course, now I'm calm and feeling really stupid for getting so out of control. I guess that the stress of the situation is getting to me more than I would care to admit. *sigh*
So, here I sit at the office. By myself and hiding in my shame at blowing up over bull hockey.
Dear LORD give me the patience to see this to the end!
At any rate, I could not calm down after I returned to bed. I knew that I was keeping my wife awake because I probably scared her with my temper - which she has only seen once before in our life together. So, I got up, got dressed and retreated to my desk at work where everything is calm and I could be left alone to find some more patience.
The hard thing is that my 25 year old stepson is sick - mentally. He can barely function enough to keep from crapping in his own pants much less think about someone else and how his actions might be affecting them.
Tonight, he left the TV running in his room - one thin wall from our room. It was very loud and tuned to a basketball game.. then he promptly took off on foot down the road for a bit. By the time I had worked myself into a froth about it - enough to actually get up ready to break his neck for him - he had been gone for a couple of hours.
Of course, now I'm calm and feeling really stupid for getting so out of control. I guess that the stress of the situation is getting to me more than I would care to admit. *sigh*
So, here I sit at the office. By myself and hiding in my shame at blowing up over bull hockey.
Dear LORD give me the patience to see this to the end!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Psychiatrist - PSYCHE!
So, using contacts through NAMI, we were referred to a local family psychiatric clinic. I called them a couple of days ago and actually got an appointment with a real, bonafide Psychiatrist who specializes in adult Schizophrenia. The appointment was yesterday.
Remember,my stepson would not see a Psychiatrist because he is afraid that we are trying to have him committed. He did agree to seek family counselling with all three of us present, me, his mom, and him. He agreed to this because now I am the bad person here. The one that is programming the chip in his head and controlling his thoughts and actions. So, he's got his own agenda for having this counselling session.
We show up. Stepson sits completely on the other side of the waiting room from us. Then the doc calls us into his office. So, we all three go to his office and sit in various chairs with my wife and I sitting on the proverbial couch. I start off by saying, "I think that my stepson has some issues with me and his mom and wants to start things off."
The stepson gets a wild look in his eyes and says, "Oh yeah, I've got problems with my step dad. He raped my girlfriend which is why she left me. I have already opened the case with the police and they now have a warrant out for his arrest. Yeah, that's my issue."
The doc says, "You seem to be very agitated. Why are you acting so agitated?" and my stepson basically shut the heck up after that. So the doc asked if he would like to tell him about it on his own, without his parents in the room. He refused to be in the room without us there. So, the doc told him that he would like to talk with us without him in the room and asked him to step outside. The stepson said, "That's fine but you BETTER not be talking about me after I leave
the room!" and got up and went back to the waiting area.
The doc had a long conversation with my wife and I. We basically told him the sequence of events that had led up to today. He said that with only one exception, my stepson was definitely showing the classic signs of extreme paranoia and delusion. So we asked him what the sign was that he was NOT showing. He said that he was not showing the sign of being a danger to himself - suicidal - or to others - homicidal.
He did add that since I am now the bad guy here, that we should have a policy of zero tolerance for threats of any kind towards either one of us. If he threatened, we immediately got the cops involved.
He also recommended that we try to 1013 him - or have him committed by the state - because his paranoia was going to keep us from getting him help voluntarily. We needed to wait on doing this until he was at his lowest and showing the most signs of his condition.
Then our hour was up and he kicked us out but only charged us half of the usual fee. (What a guy)
So where are we now? Exactly where we were except now someone besides me has told his mom that we cannot, absolutely cannot force help onto the son. We could only do our best and if that wound up not being good enough, then we did do our bestest.
*sigh*
Remember,my stepson would not see a Psychiatrist because he is afraid that we are trying to have him committed. He did agree to seek family counselling with all three of us present, me, his mom, and him. He agreed to this because now I am the bad person here. The one that is programming the chip in his head and controlling his thoughts and actions. So, he's got his own agenda for having this counselling session.
We show up. Stepson sits completely on the other side of the waiting room from us. Then the doc calls us into his office. So, we all three go to his office and sit in various chairs with my wife and I sitting on the proverbial couch. I start off by saying, "I think that my stepson has some issues with me and his mom and wants to start things off."
The stepson gets a wild look in his eyes and says, "Oh yeah, I've got problems with my step dad. He raped my girlfriend which is why she left me. I have already opened the case with the police and they now have a warrant out for his arrest. Yeah, that's my issue."
The doc says, "You seem to be very agitated. Why are you acting so agitated?" and my stepson basically shut the heck up after that. So the doc asked if he would like to tell him about it on his own, without his parents in the room. He refused to be in the room without us there. So, the doc told him that he would like to talk with us without him in the room and asked him to step outside. The stepson said, "That's fine but you BETTER not be talking about me after I leave
the room!" and got up and went back to the waiting area.
The doc had a long conversation with my wife and I. We basically told him the sequence of events that had led up to today. He said that with only one exception, my stepson was definitely showing the classic signs of extreme paranoia and delusion. So we asked him what the sign was that he was NOT showing. He said that he was not showing the sign of being a danger to himself - suicidal - or to others - homicidal.
He did add that since I am now the bad guy here, that we should have a policy of zero tolerance for threats of any kind towards either one of us. If he threatened, we immediately got the cops involved.
He also recommended that we try to 1013 him - or have him committed by the state - because his paranoia was going to keep us from getting him help voluntarily. We needed to wait on doing this until he was at his lowest and showing the most signs of his condition.
Then our hour was up and he kicked us out but only charged us half of the usual fee. (What a guy)
So where are we now? Exactly where we were except now someone besides me has told his mom that we cannot, absolutely cannot force help onto the son. We could only do our best and if that wound up not being good enough, then we did do our bestest.
*sigh*
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Runaround Sue
I started calling at 1000 hrs this morning. I called Dr. A. Left a
message. He called me back 5 minutes later. Our conversation went
something like this:
A Please tell me about your son.
Me: He has undiagnosed Paranoid-Delusional Schizophrenia and his mother and I are trying to get him diagnosed and help.
A: Tell me some of the things that he does.
Me: It started about 2 years ago and we confused the symptoms with his use of Meth. Eventually - thinking that he was still using - we kicked him out of the house. He moved into a second story apartment in a city near his brother. At some point, he became certain that the people that lived below him - we'll call him tom & sally - were spying on him and trying to control his thoughts. So, one night, he beat a hole through concrete floor into their apartment so that he could attempt to keep them from spying on him. Tom & Sally called the police. The
police put him into jail. The next day, his brother bailed him out. He immediately jumped into his car and went to Florida claiming he was on "spring break". In Florida, he ran out of gas and money and called home to ask for money. We told him no. So, he stole clothes from a clothing
store, a meal from arestaurant , and then snatched a purse (that had $10 in it) and tried to do it again. He was jailed. The state of Florida has decided that purse snatching is a felony offense so he spent 5 months in jail. During the jail time, we conversed with him via snail mail. Some of his letters were insane! Talking about people following him, etc. In August, we went to Florida and picked him up after hisrelease . When we got to the house, everything was sorta
normal for a few weeks. Then suddenly, he started spending all night and all day for seven days straight outside in our backyard tending a fire in ourfire pit . When he came into the house he would talk to himself in the kitchen while we were in the living room. Soon, he was cursing me for loving him. Then it got worse and he started clanging. You know clanging, right doc?
A: Yes, I'm familiar with that.
Me:
He broke down and finally begged me to help him saying that Tom & Sally were telling him when to eat, when to sleep and what to say at all timesand he wanted them out of his head. His mom and I packed him into the car and took him to the local county hospital. It was a Thursday night and raining... so there were MANY people in the ER. We got into the Triage nurse and basically I told him that he should not lie. So, he told the triage nurse that someone has put something into his brain and was controlling his thoughts and he wanted a cat scan. The triage nurse immediately got him into the ACTUAL ER part and we sat there for awhile. Finally the ER doctor showed up and asked him what was going on. He told her that he knew for a fact that Tom & Sally had put something in his head and they were controlling his thoughts and he wanted a cat scan to get it out. The doc pulled me out into the hall where she made the statement that she believed that he
had Schizophrenia and needed mental help, but she highly recommended seeking help for him through a private practice rather than the county services. Basically, she was saying that the county mental health services was NOT a good place for anyone to be. I told her that we had no choice as he was 24 and could not be on our insurance, he didn't work and had no insurance. So, we were then moved to the 13th floor of the hospital. While there, he had to again go through a triage nurse. He told her the truth about the thing in his head. He then stepped out into the waiting area andlayed down across a couple of chairs. At this point, a policeman came in, immediately walked over to my stepson and smacked him on the head with a rolled up piece of paper and told him he could NOT sleep in this room. My stepson immediately became agitated and un-volunteered himself.
A: Oh God, that's never good!
Me: Yeah, you got that right! Anyway, later that weekend, we tried calling in Crisis Hot line and they sent out a mobile crisis unit to the scene. Once the counsellor(?) arrived with her buddy, a cop, she introduced herself and the cop to my son. Once he understood that the guy was a cop he immediately startedshaking and refused to say a word in their presence. The lady had to leave. At that point, he started hiding what he was thinking very well. However, he continues to have these thoughts as we see where he has done searches on the Internet for Tom & Sally, their address, whether they have been arrested, and whether Tom was on a sex-offenders list somewhere. He also does searches on mind control, how to remove controlling devices from your brain, etc, etc. And now, during this low period, I am the bad guy. I'm the one that has put the thing into his head and has programmed the chip to control his thoughts.
A: Oh God. He needs help and quick!
M: No doubt!
A:
Well, unfortunately, I don't have admitting capability at a hospital so you really need to use a psychiatrist that has that ability. Here the names and numbers of Dr. B and Dr. C, whom I think can help you.
Click.
So, I call Dr. B and leave a message. Dr. B calls back within 5 minutes. And that conversation sounds EXACTLY like the one above. I call Dr. C and leave a message. They return the call in an hour and we repeat the conversation above. Dr. C says: I don't have the ability and I think that you should call Dr. D and possibly Dr. E.
click
So, I call Dr. D and leave a message. Dr. D calls back within 5 minutes. And we repeat the conversation above. Then this Dr. D says, "we are a private practice and do not accept any insurance of any kind so we can't help you."
Me: I understand that but we need to get him diagnosed so that we can get him started on SSI, Medicare, etc.
Dr. D: We cannot help you.
click
So, I call Dr. E and leave a message. Dr. E finally calls me back and we do the dance and finally this doc says:
Dr. E: If you are looking to get him qualified for SSI, then you have to go through one of their doctors. Here is the number of Dr. F, whom I think is on their list.
Me: Thanks
click
So, I call Dr. F. It's a Mexican who cannot understand English and is certainly not a doctor of anything.
click
I call the County Mental Health Dept again. They tell me that they do not start things off with family counselling - the only thing my son has agreed to do - and he would have to show up individually first. So.. now we are back to the ER scenario that the conversation above was
about.
click
*scream!*
message. He called me back 5 minutes later. Our conversation went
something like this:
A Please tell me about your son.
Me: He has undiagnosed Paranoid-Delusional Schizophrenia and his mother and I are trying to get him diagnosed and help.
A: Tell me some of the things that he does.
Me: It started about 2 years ago and we confused the symptoms with his use of Meth. Eventually - thinking that he was still using - we kicked him out of the house. He moved into a second story apartment in a city near his brother. At some point, he became certain that the people that lived below him - we'll call him tom & sally - were spying on him and trying to control his thoughts. So, one night, he beat a hole through concrete floor into their apartment so that he could attempt to keep them from spying on him. Tom & Sally called the police. The
police put him into jail. The next day, his brother bailed him out. He immediately jumped into his car and went to Florida claiming he was on "spring break". In Florida, he ran out of gas and money and called home to ask for money. We told him no. So, he stole clothes from a clothing
store, a meal from arestaurant , and then snatched a purse (that had $10 in it) and tried to do it again. He was jailed. The state of Florida has decided that purse snatching is a felony offense so he spent 5 months in jail. During the jail time, we conversed with him via snail mail. Some of his letters were insane! Talking about people following him, etc. In August, we went to Florida and picked him up after hisrelease . When we got to the house, everything was sorta
normal for a few weeks. Then suddenly, he started spending all night and all day for seven days straight outside in our backyard tending a fire in ourfire pit . When he came into the house he would talk to himself in the kitchen while we were in the living room. Soon, he was cursing me for loving him. Then it got worse and he started clanging. You know clanging, right doc?
A: Yes, I'm familiar with that.
Me:
He broke down and finally begged me to help him saying that Tom & Sally were telling him when to eat, when to sleep and what to say at all timesand he wanted them out of his head. His mom and I packed him into the car and took him to the local county hospital. It was a Thursday night and raining... so there were MANY people in the ER. We got into the Triage nurse and basically I told him that he should not lie. So, he told the triage nurse that someone has put something into his brain and was controlling his thoughts and he wanted a cat scan. The triage nurse immediately got him into the ACTUAL ER part and we sat there for awhile. Finally the ER doctor showed up and asked him what was going on. He told her that he knew for a fact that Tom & Sally had put something in his head and they were controlling his thoughts and he wanted a cat scan to get it out. The doc pulled me out into the hall where she made the statement that she believed that he
had Schizophrenia and needed mental help, but she highly recommended seeking help for him through a private practice rather than the county services. Basically, she was saying that the county mental health services was NOT a good place for anyone to be. I told her that we had no choice as he was 24 and could not be on our insurance, he didn't work and had no insurance. So, we were then moved to the 13th floor of the hospital. While there, he had to again go through a triage nurse. He told her the truth about the thing in his head. He then stepped out into the waiting area andlayed down across a couple of chairs. At this point, a policeman came in, immediately walked over to my stepson and smacked him on the head with a rolled up piece of paper and told him he could NOT sleep in this room. My stepson immediately became agitated and un-volunteered himself.
A: Oh God, that's never good!
Me: Yeah, you got that right! Anyway, later that weekend, we tried calling in Crisis Hot line and they sent out a mobile crisis unit to the scene. Once the counsellor(?) arrived with her buddy, a cop, she introduced herself and the cop to my son. Once he understood that the guy was a cop he immediately startedshaking and refused to say a word in their presence. The lady had to leave. At that point, he started hiding what he was thinking very well. However, he continues to have these thoughts as we see where he has done searches on the Internet for Tom & Sally, their address, whether they have been arrested, and whether Tom was on a sex-offenders list somewhere. He also does searches on mind control, how to remove controlling devices from your brain, etc, etc. And now, during this low period, I am the bad guy. I'm the one that has put the thing into his head and has programmed the chip to control his thoughts.
A: Oh God. He needs help and quick!
M: No doubt!
A:
Well, unfortunately, I don't have admitting capability at a hospital so you really need to use a psychiatrist that has that ability. Here the names and numbers of Dr. B and Dr. C, whom I think can help you.
Click.
So, I call Dr. B and leave a message. Dr. B calls back within 5 minutes. And that conversation sounds EXACTLY like the one above. I call Dr. C and leave a message. They return the call in an hour and we repeat the conversation above. Dr. C says: I don't have the ability and I think that you should call Dr. D and possibly Dr. E.
click
So, I call Dr. D and leave a message. Dr. D calls back within 5 minutes. And we repeat the conversation above. Then this Dr. D says, "we are a private practice and do not accept any insurance of any kind so we can't help you."
Me: I understand that but we need to get him diagnosed so that we can get him started on SSI, Medicare, etc.
Dr. D: We cannot help you.
click
So, I call Dr. E and leave a message. Dr. E finally calls me back and we do the dance and finally this doc says:
Dr. E: If you are looking to get him qualified for SSI, then you have to go through one of their doctors. Here is the number of Dr. F, whom I think is on their list.
Me: Thanks
click
So, I call Dr. F. It's a Mexican who cannot understand English and is certainly not a doctor of anything.
click
I call the County Mental Health Dept again. They tell me that they do not start things off with family counselling - the only thing my son has agreed to do - and he would have to show up individually first. So.. now we are back to the ER scenario that the conversation above was
about.
click
*scream!*
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
NAMI Meeting
So the stepson has been visiting his brother's house through the weekend and yesterday. Definitely a much needed relief.
Last night we went to a monthly meeting of NAMI. It was cool to find that there is a support group where you can find out information about how others are handling their children/spouses/siblings with the same type problems. But it's also bad because it was thrown into our face exactly what we are facing here... most of them have been at this for years... if not DECADES! That was about the most depressing thing ever.
Now we are trying to figure out how to proceed with getting our sicky some help. We heard:
1) They are in pain.
2) They want to be normal.
3) They want to be in control of themselves.
The question is, how can we get him help?
When I left this morning for work, my wife was very depressed looking. I should probably call her in a little bit to make sure she is okay. The length of time that the others at the meeting had to deal with their people really hit her hard.
*sigh*
Last night we went to a monthly meeting of NAMI. It was cool to find that there is a support group where you can find out information about how others are handling their children/spouses/siblings with the same type problems. But it's also bad because it was thrown into our face exactly what we are facing here... most of them have been at this for years... if not DECADES! That was about the most depressing thing ever.
Now we are trying to figure out how to proceed with getting our sicky some help. We heard:
1) They are in pain.
2) They want to be normal.
3) They want to be in control of themselves.
The question is, how can we get him help?
When I left this morning for work, my wife was very depressed looking. I should probably call her in a little bit to make sure she is okay. The length of time that the others at the meeting had to deal with their people really hit her hard.
*sigh*
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Damn the System!
I realize that people like my stepson have rights. And "the system" has to provide a framework that also protects their rights. However, it seems to me that since my stepson has yet to be violent, it is nearly impossible for us to get him help when he is not voluntarily willing for that to happen.
Currently, we - his mom and I - are the bad people. We are the ones trying to control his mind. We are the ones that are harassing him constantly. So, now he is completely focused on trying to get away from us. His current fixation is on moving to his "dad's" house in a neighboring state.
Now that he has money - what remains of the $500.00 that he stole out of my account - he is drinking. He is still wigging out while he is awake. For instance, last night, he started listening to our local police band via the internet. He is obsessed with something, and I think that it is that he is worried that I am going to jail him over the money. (Which I still might do just that.)
At any rate, I think that we are going to have to give up on trying to get him some help. He refuses to voluntarily do it saying that we are the ones that are not thinking correctly and he has no problems except for what we are doing to him. I have exhausted "the system" trying to get him in the door. I feel that next for him is violence to get away from us.
So, we told his older brother that if my problem child calls him and asks for help getting his car fixed, properly insured and tagged, then we would let him have his keys back and he can do whatever he wishes. But, in order to stay at our house or come back to our house, he MUST get help to my satisfaction through mental services immediately.
Currently, his mind is so smucked up that I don't think he is capable of getting his car fixed, insured and licensed by himself.
We'll see!
*sigh*
Currently, we - his mom and I - are the bad people. We are the ones trying to control his mind. We are the ones that are harassing him constantly. So, now he is completely focused on trying to get away from us. His current fixation is on moving to his "dad's" house in a neighboring state.
Now that he has money - what remains of the $500.00 that he stole out of my account - he is drinking. He is still wigging out while he is awake. For instance, last night, he started listening to our local police band via the internet. He is obsessed with something, and I think that it is that he is worried that I am going to jail him over the money. (Which I still might do just that.)
At any rate, I think that we are going to have to give up on trying to get him some help. He refuses to voluntarily do it saying that we are the ones that are not thinking correctly and he has no problems except for what we are doing to him. I have exhausted "the system" trying to get him in the door. I feel that next for him is violence to get away from us.
So, we told his older brother that if my problem child calls him and asks for help getting his car fixed, properly insured and tagged, then we would let him have his keys back and he can do whatever he wishes. But, in order to stay at our house or come back to our house, he MUST get help to my satisfaction through mental services immediately.
Currently, his mind is so smucked up that I don't think he is capable of getting his car fixed, insured and licensed by himself.
We'll see!
*sigh*
Monday, January 08, 2007
He's BAAAaaacK!
Ayup, here we go for a quick catch-up.
My stepson was able to barely keep things hidden through the holidays. Then he took off last Thursday night again. The next morning, my wife called me at work and asked if I had taken $500.00 out of our checking account in the middle of the night. Duh! Anyway, he wound up calling his brother asking for a ride from a city about 10 miles north of our house the next morning. (He didn't dare call OUR house!) Then nothing... on Saturday morning, he called from jail 15 miles SOUTH of our house asking if we could get him out.
We showed up at his "court hearing" at 1:30 pm, but they had started the court hearing early and he was already back into his holding cell. They had dropped the charges on his "Public Drunk" due to lack of evidence since they didn't bother doing blood tests. They told us that they would be releasing him later in the afternoon but did not give us a time. So, we went back home.
He then called again at 3:30 am on Sunday morning asking for a ride home. he said that he was at a Taco Mac and they were closing and he needed a ride. He gave us two streets that were not even in the same city! We looked up the number from the caller ID and I got up at 0330 hrs, got smucking dressed and went 35 miles SW of our house to pick him up. I arrived at 0420 and he was nowhere around. I went up the road and down the road looking for him. When he had not shown up by 0520, I went home.
at 0800, he called again - this time sounding a little more irate and said that he was at a Dunkin Doughtnuts and gave the street address. It was about 35 miles due West of our house. *rolling eyes* So, I told him that if he left Dunkin Doughnuts and was not there when I arrived, he could just walk the rest of the way.
He was there when I got there.
We drove in silence for a bit. Then I said, "A person that steals $500.00 from the person that was feeding him, clothing him, and gave him a free place to live was a sorry fuck indeed." He said that he didn't know what I was talking about. So I said that I knew that he had taken his mom's checking card, walked to the bank, and taken $500.00 out of our account Thursday night/Friday morning which was fueling his little walk-about. He again denied any wrong doing.
We rode on in silence. Finally the loudness of the silence was too much for him so he said that he had called his brother to come pick him up but he had refused to come. so I said, "Yes, your brother is a selfish little shit." and back to silence.
I said, "So, where were you at when the cops picked you up and took you to jail?" and he said, "What are you talking about?" *rolling eyes* This boy's mind is breaking up faster and faster! So, I said, "Dude, you called us from jail... then we called there and asked what was what and they responded that you had been charged with Public Drunk and you had a hearing at 1330 hrs on Saturday. So, we showed up to see if we could help you at 1320 hrs and they said that the charges were being dropped." He said, "Oh yeah, I was down on Rice Street visiting some friends. It was all bullshit because they had no proof!"
I didn't say anything more and he didn't say anything more. When we got to the house, I made sure I was the first one through the door and turned around in the kitchen and made him empty his pockets. I looked in his smoke box to make sure there weren't any drugs in it. (There wasn't.) and then I walked away saying, "Welcome smucking home."
Later in the evening when he woke up from SLEEPING all day, he was very pissy. So I confronted him and said that if he had anything to say, he should do so. He started yelling about how he had NOT taken $500.00 out of our account and that he was really pissed off about being accused of it all. (A sure sign that an american male has done something wrong when he starts getting loudly defensive.) He demanded that we provide him proof immediately that he had stolen the money. I told him that I would definitely be providing him with proof by having a copy of the picture from the damn atm. that shut his sorry ass up for a few seconds and he immediately switched topics saying that he was tired of being treated like shit and he didn't want to live at our house anymore.
His momma piped in and said, "You have no where else to live and WE are the ones being treated like shit here, not you. We are the ones that have to deal with your bullshit and be nice to you while you live here and then YOU go and repay us by taking money from us, stealing alcohol, etc, etc." So, I said, "Look son, we don't want to kick you out. We don't want to put you in jail. We want to help you with the problems that are going on in your head so that you can then deal with life and get a job." He went quiet. We went back to watching "The Stand" on TV.
A bit later, he came through the living room and said, "Well, I guess that cops will be showing up any minute to pick me up then." And I asked for what reason? He said, "because you think that I stole $500!" And I said, "Son, I KNOW that you stole the money, yet - even STILL - I do not want to put you into jail for it. I just want it BACK!" He shut the smuck up and went to his room.
He was up roaming the house all night until 0600 hrs this morning.
Our next step is to see if we can get mental appointment through my work.
*sigh*
My stepson was able to barely keep things hidden through the holidays. Then he took off last Thursday night again. The next morning, my wife called me at work and asked if I had taken $500.00 out of our checking account in the middle of the night. Duh! Anyway, he wound up calling his brother asking for a ride from a city about 10 miles north of our house the next morning. (He didn't dare call OUR house!) Then nothing... on Saturday morning, he called from jail 15 miles SOUTH of our house asking if we could get him out.
We showed up at his "court hearing" at 1:30 pm, but they had started the court hearing early and he was already back into his holding cell. They had dropped the charges on his "Public Drunk" due to lack of evidence since they didn't bother doing blood tests. They told us that they would be releasing him later in the afternoon but did not give us a time. So, we went back home.
He then called again at 3:30 am on Sunday morning asking for a ride home. he said that he was at a Taco Mac and they were closing and he needed a ride. He gave us two streets that were not even in the same city! We looked up the number from the caller ID and I got up at 0330 hrs, got smucking dressed and went 35 miles SW of our house to pick him up. I arrived at 0420 and he was nowhere around. I went up the road and down the road looking for him. When he had not shown up by 0520, I went home.
at 0800, he called again - this time sounding a little more irate and said that he was at a Dunkin Doughtnuts and gave the street address. It was about 35 miles due West of our house. *rolling eyes* So, I told him that if he left Dunkin Doughnuts and was not there when I arrived, he could just walk the rest of the way.
He was there when I got there.
We drove in silence for a bit. Then I said, "A person that steals $500.00 from the person that was feeding him, clothing him, and gave him a free place to live was a sorry fuck indeed." He said that he didn't know what I was talking about. So I said that I knew that he had taken his mom's checking card, walked to the bank, and taken $500.00 out of our account Thursday night/Friday morning which was fueling his little walk-about. He again denied any wrong doing.
We rode on in silence. Finally the loudness of the silence was too much for him so he said that he had called his brother to come pick him up but he had refused to come. so I said, "Yes, your brother is a selfish little shit." and back to silence.
I said, "So, where were you at when the cops picked you up and took you to jail?" and he said, "What are you talking about?" *rolling eyes* This boy's mind is breaking up faster and faster! So, I said, "Dude, you called us from jail... then we called there and asked what was what and they responded that you had been charged with Public Drunk and you had a hearing at 1330 hrs on Saturday. So, we showed up to see if we could help you at 1320 hrs and they said that the charges were being dropped." He said, "Oh yeah, I was down on Rice Street visiting some friends. It was all bullshit because they had no proof!"
I didn't say anything more and he didn't say anything more. When we got to the house, I made sure I was the first one through the door and turned around in the kitchen and made him empty his pockets. I looked in his smoke box to make sure there weren't any drugs in it. (There wasn't.) and then I walked away saying, "Welcome smucking home."
Later in the evening when he woke up from SLEEPING all day, he was very pissy. So I confronted him and said that if he had anything to say, he should do so. He started yelling about how he had NOT taken $500.00 out of our account and that he was really pissed off about being accused of it all. (A sure sign that an american male has done something wrong when he starts getting loudly defensive.) He demanded that we provide him proof immediately that he had stolen the money. I told him that I would definitely be providing him with proof by having a copy of the picture from the damn atm. that shut his sorry ass up for a few seconds and he immediately switched topics saying that he was tired of being treated like shit and he didn't want to live at our house anymore.
His momma piped in and said, "You have no where else to live and WE are the ones being treated like shit here, not you. We are the ones that have to deal with your bullshit and be nice to you while you live here and then YOU go and repay us by taking money from us, stealing alcohol, etc, etc." So, I said, "Look son, we don't want to kick you out. We don't want to put you in jail. We want to help you with the problems that are going on in your head so that you can then deal with life and get a job." He went quiet. We went back to watching "The Stand" on TV.
A bit later, he came through the living room and said, "Well, I guess that cops will be showing up any minute to pick me up then." And I asked for what reason? He said, "because you think that I stole $500!" And I said, "Son, I KNOW that you stole the money, yet - even STILL - I do not want to put you into jail for it. I just want it BACK!" He shut the smuck up and went to his room.
He was up roaming the house all night until 0600 hrs this morning.
Our next step is to see if we can get mental appointment through my work.
*sigh*
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