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treatment sabotage???

David has a number of diagnoses. As I have discussed here before. One of them is bipolar disorder. It seems that when David went to the second facility in July for his med wash, no one thought to put him back on a med to help with the bipolar disorder. No wonder my son is manic. And these people are professionals? I don’t proclaim to be a medical person. I only know what I know about these disorders after years of having to deal with medical professionals on David’s behalf. To me, it is a huge disservice to determine that the facility can’t adequately care for our son, especially when they aren’t adequately treating his mental illnesses. Meds aren’t a cure. They are meant to augment the other treatment options and methods that are in use. Related articles Do You Understand the Bipolar Spectrum? (psychcentral.com) Being

Missing David. and frustrated

People frustrate me. Not all people. Just some. Before David’s 12th birthday, we moved him, temporarily, to a different facility so that he could undergo a med wash. All the reports I have received have been about how good a child he is, and how he listens. That is great. I am happy that they see how good he can be. He is manipulating them. I keep telling them, he is in the honeymoon phase. When he gets everyone figured out, he will revert to the David we all know and love. Don’t get me wrong, I love our son. I miss him constantly. I don’t miss the behaviors. I don’t miss the fights, I don’t miss staying up for two days praying for him to fall asleep. I don’t miss him abusing our animals. I don’t miss having our other children lock themselves away in their bedrooms because they

Some days make everything worthwhile

I will be the first to admit, raising a child with Reactive Attachment Disorder is a challenge. Raising a David is an incredible challenge. Today. Made it all worthwhile. I have chronic illnesses, and as a result, sometimes have difficulty sleeping. Some days too much, other days, not at all. Friday night was one of those “not at all” nights. When I finally fell asleep at 6am, I was utterly exhausted. 9am, my phone rings. David calling. Any other time, I would love to talk to him. Since he is on a kick right now where he is calling, I answered it. “Dad, could we change our dad and me time?” he asked. “What did you have in mind?” I asked wearily. “How about we go to the 1 o’clock movie? Epic.” he stated. And thus, my time with David bumped from 3pm to 1pm, and we went to a