The solution that the social worker at the hospital gave me was to call the cops if he becomes aggressive.
I explained that the community depends on the Sheriff department for our police department and that they might have to come from their main office or further away.
So their response time could be delayed up to half an hour depending on the number of deputies on shift. She asked if there was any way I could get them to respond faster. So I mentioned the miles involved. 35 miles to the main office, 50 miles to the south border of the county, that kind of thing..
“Can you get them to respond faster???” she asked.
I actually pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at incredulously… like maybe she could see the look on my face as it passed through the phone.
Then we had a discussion about things we are trying to put in place.
“What are you working on?” she asked.
“Placement, therapy, any thing that will help.” I replied.
“Like what?” she responded.
“Placement, therapy, any thing that will help.” I stated again.
“Like what?” she droned again.
So I got specific.
“We are dedicating a room in our home for storage of knives, chemicals, medications, anything that could be used to harm another human being.” I stated with a bit of anger.
Her reply, “that must be a lot of work.”
I explained that we weren’t going to see David this evening but that we would call tonight and talk to him, since we had to finish getting our home secure. Do you have any idea how many every day items can be used to hurt someone? It is a lot more than you think.
As we ended the call, she asked, “what time are you going to pick him up tomorrow?”
I hedged a bit, since I want him there as long as possible, “between 1 and 2.”
Before the call ended, she replied in that tone all people who just don’t want to be doing what they are doing, “If there is anything I can do, please let us know.”
“Keep him for a couple of days or a week more.” is my response, but by that time she had disconnected the call.