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Round Two of the Battle for Services

We are repeatedly told that we need to do more. So we are doing more. We have added intensive in home therapy, individual therapy, and have ongoing mentor support (staff). We also are visiting doctors and psychiatrists. I spend my days either on the road to the cities, or at home chasing down this report or that report. The reports are the WISC, BASC and what not. It seems like it takes four or five calls to track down who has the report. Then it takes four or five calls to get them to release the records. Of course, everyone needs a release signed, though we sign them in the Spring of the year. So I travel in the other direction in order to get those releases signed. Last week, a call was made to the in state facility. This generated a review of the decision to deny placement of

Mental Health Awareness

We need to continue to raise awareness regarding mental health. Focus on mental health shouldn’t revolve around those with real or perceived mental illness committing violent crimes. Instead, it should be brought to the American conscious much like AIDS or Cancer. Mental Health encompasses so much more than one illness. It includes ADHD, schizophrenia, Autism, Bipolar, and so many other axis of diagnosis. Much like an MD, doctors can specialize in one area of mental health. To raise awareness, people need to use their voices. Parents and patients alike need to voice their stories. Raising awareness begins with one voice in a forest. Who will be that voice? You? Me? Our children? In my mind, the answer is all of us. We all need to be that voice in the forest, because the forest is a vast wilderness of people who don’t understand what the mentally ill or the people

calm before a very chaotic storm

Earlier, I wrote to you about David’s explosion of behavior. I looked just now, and that post never published. I evidently saved it as a draft. So it will seem like these events are coming back to back, in reality, it has been a couple of hours. We had about 2 hours of calm. And then. One would think that Mt. Etna erupted. By the time things calmed, David was restrained multiple times. He became combative. I should really say that it all started with a grin. That grin that says hell is coming. His grin. The one I should know so well, that means he is about to come unglued. Sadly, I missed the sign that was staring me in the face. So tonight I am the worst father, my wife is the worst mother, we are the worst family. He said “he wants a new family”. My wife