Held Hostage by Mental Illness
Some days, I feel like a hostage in my own home. Held hostage by mental illness. Seriously. David had a couple of really good days. Mom took him into the city, he spent time with his favorite Aunt. Life was good for him. Then there are days like today. If it isn’t his way, then he will hold the whole house hostage with his behaviors and tantrums. Pretty sad day, when one of the boys leans over and asks me how long we have to deal with the behavior David exhibits before something can be done about it. In reality, it will be a while. Why? Need documentation of his behaviors and mental health issues. Facility staff.. If you are reading this, whether or not you ever worked with my son, it is imperative that you document – document – document, every behavior. I know it feels like tedium at