Is this really happening?
Alex and I have been fighting for months, since early November, to get Drea the serious help she needs.
- 9-11 calls, non-er police calls (3-11 if you didn’t know)
- cops reporting missing persons police, asking if we want to press charges, lecturing us on how to raise her! (”let her run away” “put her away”)
- filing petitions to the court for emergency evaluations
- filing a petition to child protection agency
- broken walls, broken furniture, broken cell phone, broken spirits
- sleepless nights from worrying, tired eyes from hours of crying, ulcers from stressing
- hours in the emergency room–sometimes even overnight stays
Finally, I think, Drea is going to get the help she needs through a in-patient residential center. It’s expensive–tens of thousands of dollars a month–and it had to be ordered by some governmental agency. The agencies all passing the buck because whoever refers, pays.
After 3 trips to the same 7-day, short-term, acute center, the fourth time she was transferred to a DIFFERENT location and THIS time they are taking it seriously. We met with the psych team and she’s likely to be transferred to a long-term residential center outside of Baltimore. THANK GOD!
THANK JEEBUS!
I’m sad that this is her only solution, sad that she’s not going to be around in the house, sad that she is so upset by this and so angry at us, and wants me dead… well, it’s what she’s saying at any rate.
BUT… when she was here, I was taking care of both her AND Alex.
Now, Alex can finally rest, take care of herself. I don’t have to worry about Drea killing herself, running away, fighting with Alex, destroying things, threatening my life…
I need to do something good for the world now, to pay back the karma. I only had to fight for this for the last 2 years, and more directly, during the last 8 1/2 months…
Tags: family, mental health, psychiatry
