Showing posts with label hospitalization. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospitalization. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2009

In the continuing saga...

Superman and I made the trip to Columbia again today, this time to meet with the counselor who works on the adolescent ward. They call this a "family meeting." First we talked with her, then Sproing joined us. His participation in the meeting was a somewhat milder rehash of yesterday's visit. He wasn't very cooperative. Neither of us expected anything different.

When Sproing was in the meeting, the counselor had all of us talk about some specific things we want to focus on. Of course Sproing wants to come home. So what do we need to address for that to happen? I told her that I want the boy to tell me the truth about things, rather than the near-constant lying which is his habit. I also want him to listen to me, to accept that I mean it when I tell him I love him and think he's smart and handsome. He doesn't have to agree with me about it, but he should not accuse me of lying when I say those things.

If he had anything to add to that list, I don't remember. He sat scrunched down in a chair on the other side of the room, hands folded across his chest and his forehead wrinkled in a combination of pout and frown. After a few minutes he turned his back to us and leaned against the door. The counselor invited him to leave when he refused to respond anymore.

The child had another "episode" this morning and had to be sedated. This time, however, he didn't fight the sedation. The episode involved him trying to pick on another child. There was some mutual aggravation, as I understand it. His response was inappropriate.

The counselor said that he is beginning to show his problem behavior. He's been generally nice most of the week, but as the honeymoon wears off, he's displaying the actions and attitudes for which he was put there to begin with. The staff needs to see him in all his confounding glory in order to know how to help him. They recognized the Oppositional Defiant Disorder pretty early.

All in all it was a very good meeting. Superman and I are both encouraged that the boy is acting out there the way he does here. We are vindicated!! We are affirmed! It isn't all in our imaginations. The really great thing is that these folks at the hospital are not shocked or surprised by his behavior. They've seen this kind of thing before. They know how to handle it. They know what to do! Well, I think they do. They're still assessing him. He has already been given some different medications, and I know that is one of the things he needed. He also needs a lot of behavioral and/or talk therapy.

He will only stay in this hospital for a week to ten days. None of us (except Sproing) think he'll be ready to come home after that. The counselor told us about three places in the state that provide the next level of care. It's longer-term, from three to six months, and has the high level of management that he needs. One of the things they mean by "high management" is 24/7 surveillance. He needs this in part because he is suicidal. Did I mention that he's been banging his head against the walls there in an attempt to kill himself? That's one of the behaviors for which they sedate him. He may or may not be over that in the next week. We shall see.

Superman feels much better today. Thank you all for your thoughts/prayers/encouragement. He is more hopeful than he's been in a very long time that our dear young son is now being adequately treated for his mental/emotional problems. And by extension, we receive treatment of sorts. Validation is excellent therapy!

I have a bunch of studying that I should do. There are a couple of assignments that need attention. It's 8:00 on this Friday night, and I'm exhausted. Tomorrow will be a busy day. I'm going to bed now.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

And the beat goes on

We had Chinese take-out the other night. The fortune in my fortune cookie says "You are a happy man." You can imagine how thrilled I am to know this. Really, it's very reassuring.

Sproing entered the in-patient mental health facility on Monday evening. This place only allows visits on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday evening from 6:00 until 7:30, and we can call him between 6:30 and 8:00 on the evenings that aren't open for visitation. So Tuesday I called him. He was asleep, having been sedated after losing his metaphorical shit. I called him Wednesday evening. We spoke for a short while until he got mad at me because I wouldn't take his PSP gaming device to him. He hung up on me.

This evening Superman and I drove the 70 miles to visit him. He gave us each a hug, and sat in his Daddy's lap for a while. The conversation proceeded in a downward spiral.
him: I want to go home.
us: We want you to come home, too, but we need you to get well, to be able to get along with others before you can come home.
him: I will be good. I won't get in fights, I won't vandalize property, and I won't steal things anymore.
us: That's what you always say, and we think you believe it, but we know that you need to get more help here before you are able to really do that.
him: I want to go home and play my game and pet Scheherazade.
us: And we will be glad when you are well enough to come home, but you aren't yet.
him: No you don't. You don't care anything about me. You are happy I'm gone.
us: We love you very much, and you are here to get help. This is not about punishment. You are here to get help controlling your emotions.
him: You don't love me. If you loved me you'd take me home. When can I go home?
us: We will talk to the doctor about when you might be able to go home.
him: No you won't. She will just say no, anyway. I don't care. I don't want to live with you anyway. You hate me. You think I'm ugly and stupid. You wasted your time coming here to see me.
us: We are glad we came. We want to see you, and are glad we get to see you.
him: No you're not. If you loved me you'd take me home.
us: We will take you home when you are well enough to go home.
him: I'm ready to go home now.
us: We will talk to the doctor about when you can leave this place.
him: No you won't. You celebrate because I am gone. You hate me. I'm stupid. You wasted your time coming to see me. I wish you would just go away.
et cetera

This is pretty much what I expected. It really was good to see him, though it was hard seeing the tears running down his cheeks. I know that if he came home now, things would not be better, and they could possibly be worse. We really don't know what to say to him.

Tomorrow afternoon we will be back at the hospital for a family meeting. We meet with someone on his treatment team. I'm not quite sure what she does. Is she one of the therapist/counselors? I don't know, but Superman and I will meet with her, and Sproing might be with us, too. I hope we can get some kind of clue about how to communicate with him. Right now we just argue in circles with him.

Y'all, Superman is having a really hard time with this. He is an engineer; very analytical, likes clear answers. He typically has an upbeat attitude. Right now he's depressed and overwhelmed. Of course that's a normal reaction, but these feelings are so foreign to him, and he's frustrated. I, on the other hand, am quite familiar with overwhelming depression. And right now I feel pretty positive. Sproing is finally getting the kind of medical/psychological attention he needs. We are getting help! So this time I'm the strong(er) one, and he's all kinds of vulnerable. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers, please.

The weekend is shaping up to be quite busy. Twitch goes back to school on Saturday. While Superman is at home with Diva, I'm taking Twitch, and we'll be swinging by Light's college to pick her up on the way. We'll drop off Twitch at his place, then head down to Columbia to see the poor little confined one. When he rejects us and sends us away, Light and I will continue back home. I mapped the route: 300 miles round trip. It's a good thing I like to drive.

I may not post for a few days, but I don't forget about you. I shall return.