Yesterday was an exercise in Juvenile Mental Health Laws. But first a quick background for new readers. (Because apparently I have readers lol)
My oldest son has Aspergers, which is high functioning autism. He is fully mainstream (which means no special class for him in school) because you can hardly tell he’s got a disorder. He’s in 9th grade which in my town is High School. He also has High Anxiety disorder & is on generic Prozac to help keep his stress over EVERYTHING at a manageable level.
So far he’s been doing great. Joined the Unicef Club, tried out for the track team (failed & was upset but went to try the next level the next day cuz, he said, “I’m not a quitter”… so proud!) he gets A’s & B’s & has fallen in love with history & politics & Democrats.
But yesterday he melted down at school. Now at home when his anxiety spirals into a depressive mood of self hatred I spend about 5 minutes seeing if I can discover what triggered it & if I can, talk him out of it. Often I can’t but sometimes he’ll just bury himself in homework if we can catch it before it spirals past that. When he’s so moody he can’t break the cycle, I send him to play PS3 for 30 minutes.
See his brain has to completely separate itself from the anxiety. And dwelling on it with lots and lots of conversation tends to spiral it up and up. That is what I’ve discovered in dealing with my son. His ability to “turn it off” or “let it go” is nil.
Sadly he does not have this option at school. But since he’s only in each class for 50 minutes & then gets a break from the it all & on to the next class, I think his stress hasn’t had a chance to spiral to the heights it can at home.
Until yesterday. Sigh.
I get a call from the principal about 30 minutes before school lets out. She tells me that Luke lost it, saying truly scary things about himself. That when the school Psychiatrist tried to talk to him he lifted a chair over his head in a threatening manner. That when they walked with him from the classroom to the office over a bridge that he made the statement that he should just jump off it. That when they called the campus cop he held up his fists as if to fight the cop. (I was told by his regular counselor who’d been on campus & was called in after these things happened that HE’D been told Luke tried to hit the cop in the face (hard to believe) AND tried to hit the psychiatrist in the face & THREW a chair. Yea… people, lets get pour stories straight shall we?)
The cop then cuffed my son & took him to the local hospital for psych evaluation.
I’m hearing all this over the phone from the principal, hours after the initial meltdown which occurred BEFORE lunch!. I agree that this level of aggression is unusual for him. I ask her if its normal NOT to call the parent first in these situations. She says yes, going on and on about his behavior. I finally have to say to her I’d better get OFF the phone because I have to pick up the other two & decide if I’m bringing them to the hospital with me to pick up Luke.
I get to the hospital where they tell me Luke is in an exam room. I park Evan & Conor with their electronic devices in a mostly empty waiting room. The receptionist agrees to keep an eye out while I check on Luke. Then I’m told the cop wants to come out & talk to me. While waiting in the waiting room for this I see a cop walk out the ER. Then an orderly calls me over & hands me Luke’s backpack & tells me no sharp objects can go into the room so I can’t take the backpack with me to see my son.
A little confused, I pop the backpack with his brothers and go in to see my son. He seems normal. Normal for him. A little anxious & worried but overall pretty ok. I question him gently & with a smile & faked indignation he jokes that the cop handcuffed him. He’s treating it like a humorous t.v. show, which I’m kinda glad about, honestly, I don’t need extra psyche scarring on this boy. And we wait and wait for the doctor or SOMEONE to talk to me so I can take my son home.
Finally the doctor comes in and questions Luke. I try to stay quiet cuz I know they want to hear it from him. And I’m thinking.. wait, how long has he been here and you’re just getting to him NOW? They’d taken his blood & threw some hospital food at him., because he had no lunch. We ask the Doc if we can leave or are they planning on keeping him overnight. The doctor excuses himself from the room and we wait and wait and wait! I check on Evan & Conor encouraging Conor to start on his homework. Then go back to the exam room with Luke.
Finally in comes the hospital behaviorist who questions Luke again and by now we’ve come up with some reasons for the melt down today and changes we can make in the future to prevent it. Cuz there is nothing to do while Luke & I wait but brainstorm! A little caffeine withdrawal may have triggered this and the stress of the noise level (did I mention he’s auditory sensitive too! gack!) in math class, combined with the missed project due in science class WILL raise his stress.
So the psychologists is just charmed to death by Luke & the two of them bond over Democratic-hood. She’s ready to release him & goes to fill out the paperwork for it. But she pops back in about 10 minutes later telling me that the cop who brought Luke in put a 3-day hold for observation on him. And since they don’t have facilities for a minor they’d have to transfer him to another facility.
Instantly, I go into Lioness mode. Apparently the cop brought Luke in then went out to his car to fill in the paperwork including the hold without consulting anyone. Not me, not the staff, no one. HE made a judgment call. Their hands were tied unless the Staff Psychiatrist agreed to cancel the hold. So the psychologists calls the psychiatrist who agrees to come talk to Luke.
And we wait & wait. Meanwhile I’ve texted my Ex that he may need to pick up the youngest (who has a cub scout event that night) at the hospital cuz I’m trying to bail Luke out of a 3 day mental ward hold. I check on the other boys again & show them the bathroom & drinking fountain. The receptionist take pity & brings them some hospital food & juice. When he brings the tray, Conor takes his wallet out & says, “Allow me to tip you.” I had to turn away to laugh my ass off, leaving the receptionist to deal with THAT himself!
The psychologist comes out to gush to me about how adorable the boys are, hilarious Conor is & wonderful Luke is. Plus I’m obviously such a good Mom. I can only thank her, entertain her with a few factual stories of my “character” kids before scampering back to see how Luke is doing.
Where we wait & wait & wait! Finally she comes in. By now Luke & I have ALSO been over the concept of consequences & the difference between making a dramatic gesture & a threatening gesture. Which is ironically what the Psychiatrists wants to hear from Luke. Although to tell you the truth, between her accent and his excited stuttering from all this I wanted to just translate for the both of them in hopes this process would get sped up!!! But I refrained, only talked when questioned. And she finally agreed to release the hold.
We had to just wait while she did up the paperwork.
Sheesh
So I texted the Ex that Luke was free but we were waiting on paperwork so he should come to the hospital to pick up the youngest. I’m bouncing between the waiting room & the exam room because when the Ex takes the youngest it will leave the shy middle one alone in the reception area. So I want to be there & bring him back with me to the exam room. While in the waiting room they finally come with Luke discharge papers, calling me back. lol
Hurray!! Ordeal over. Oh wait, no its not. Cuz now I’m waiting on the Ex who’s late to come get the youngest. Sheesh!! Finally he arrives & we can scamper into our cold car.
It has been 4 hours.
I swing thru KMC KFC cuz I’m sooooo not cooking after this. I am planning to go to the high school to have a little talk with the principal and this “cop”. Luke didn’t go to school today. I’m glad my Wed afternoon delight canceled and even more glad that Sex God is coming over tonight.
Oh.. and did I fail to mention that my womb is trying REALLY hard to die! Been bleeding pretty heavy now for 3 days… day 4 was today & it was a little less, but I’m in the hospital feeling my body cramping when it shouldn’t be & leaking ALL thru my undies. Just ADD to my “joy” Fate, thanks.
I did in all my waiting manage to teach Luke how to give a shoulder massage. I figure if he’s going to cause it he might do a little something to help with my stress level!!
Top it ALL off…. there is an automated message on my machine telling me my son was reported absent. Ya THINK!! Sheesh.. the principal couldn’t have informed attendance they had my son.. its up to ME!
Oh, I’m gonna report something all right. In person.
This Cougar has claws.