I’m stuck in a living nightmare with one of my children. I’m not able to process it completely yet here. One – it’s not over yet, and I’m hoping to have a conclusion to the story tomorrow. Two – I’m in a limbo of thought and action… I can’t seem to accomplish anything. It’s sort of like all my thoughts are reserved for this situation.
I’m not trying to be mysterious. It’s just a really long story, and I’ll need to tell it in a manner that goes down the timetable of what has happened. Here’s the really short version – while in the school’s care, my son made a really bad decision in which he could have been killed. Because of that, my son is in a mental institution against our will. Further to that, we were unable to get him out on time because the doctor can’t be bothered to work on the weekends. And due to that fact, my son was almost killed tonight by another mental patient.
He’s supposed to come home tomorrow. But I say that with really fat air quotes because I’ve also been told, “All due respect, ma’am, we don’t need your consent.”
If he doesn’t come home tomorrow, we’re taking legal action.
Twice in less than a week my son has almost died when in the hands of a state entity that supposedly knows better than me how to take care of him.
I’m hanging on by a thread. Mainly, all my energy is being put into being nice and mad, so I don’t become complacent and let them bulldoze their way through our lives.
I may go through the whole process of what has happened, but I simply don’t have the energy right now. Please be patient with my not being particularly communicative at this time.
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