I noticed some tenderness Monday and Tuesday on my right side rib cage. So today I went to the clinic. I have bruised muscles/ribs on that side. Happened Sunday evening during the fracas with David. Lovely. Plus, my blood pressure is elevated. (I have experienced heart events in the past). On the other side of the coin. Talked with the social worker from the hospital. David is scheduled to be released on Friday and I am supposed to let her know what time I will be picking him up. I asked “what about the safety of my family?” “You should lock up your knives.” she stated matter-of-factly. She also stated that “you should contact the cops if you feel that you can’t handle him.” So… What do I do with that? Have a call into our care team. Mom and I are expanding our alternating coverage of him while he
I am exhausted. Mentally. he will push until I respond. when I refuse to acknowledge him, he pushes harder. When I snap and yell at him, he is happy. Then he says, why are you yelling? You shouldn’t yell like that dad, it’s not healthy. So I tell him to sit and eat. No. Not hungry. So I go to put his dishes in the sink, so I can wash them, since I am doing dishes anyway. Now he is hungry. If I move in any direction where he might be, he acts as if I am going to chase him. If I am close to him, he acts like I am going to hit him. You would think, I beat him severely. I don’t. Quite frankly, I don’t think that it would make any difference if I did. It’s sad, I sit here with my headphones on, music on.
Today is a brand new day for David. This morning, he was complaining of being stiff and sore. So I talked about the work that his muscles did to support his body yesterday while he was manic. He said he doesn’t like it. In talking with David today, I learned that he was upset that he was going to be in trouble for riding in a vehicle, being in a place he wasn’t supposed to be and for borrowing garden tools. He rode in a friends truck, he was outside the boundary established for him to be in, so that we know where to look for him, and he took a cultivator and garden rake without permission. For the record, until this morning, I knew about the boundary issue, but not where he ended up telling me about. I knew the garden tools were a possibility. So much behavior for