Well, we had an interesting day yesterday. Here’s a quick review of the events.
Tyler, mad because he had to mow the lawn in order to pay his debt to the family, got even more mad when his brother would not move away from the lawnmower which was situated under his swing set. Instead of walking away, moving the mower, getting me, and a myriad of other choices, he starts yelling at his brother and decides the best way to handle this is to start the mower and chase his brother (and his cousin as well) from the swing set with a running mower. It wasn’t the fact that he started the mower, or even yelled at him, he actually started chasing them away from the swing set with the running mower.
This sounds like normal kid crap, something you would expect to see from any 12 year old. But after my previous posts, along with the other high jinx on the boat, we had to do something. The police in Huntington were, according to their own officer in charge, completely useless. He really didn’t “commit a crime” and statements from a five and eight year old are completely useless according to him. HIs recommendation was to hospitalize Tyler, something that has not worked in the past. He also said our probation department would not help either, since he was “too young, and there were more important cases ahead of him”.
The second place I called was a residential facility in Marion who was quite helpful, but couldn’t take him unless he was in the judicial system. Obviously since the police could not/would not help…strike two.
Strike Three almost took place when I called Parkview Behavioral (our last choice….this place is famous for drugging kids up and sending them back out to the world without any help). Apparently there is a doctor with a grudge against my family there (we have had a few issues with one of the kids docs) and he stated they “would not take any kid from my family”.
Now most of you know me personally, I’m not a hot-headed monster. I’m a negotiator, find a solution for the problem, get it worked out, all happy. But apparently one of the doctors for the hospital has “something” against my family and has black-listed us from his practice (no I wasn’t asking for him, I was asking for one of his colleagues, the best in the area with attachment disorders). But at 10:30 on a Sunday night, I couldn’t get any traction with that genius. So we settled for a doctor who has seen Tyler before and (unfortunately) will drug him to oblivion. Parkview’s executive staff will be getting a call from me this afternoon (too much going on with work)
There’s a lot to do today. Thankfully school is out so there’s no homework to worry about for Tyler. Giving up on him is obviously an option, one that DeAnn and I have been struggling through for months. It seems like the “obvious” and “easy” choice. But this is our son, someone who we see struggle with his disorder and sometimes offers you a glimpse into his fragile, convoluted world. And what you see is a scared, sad little boy who has never gotten over the fact that his biological mother never loved him.
More later, work beckons again (four and a half hours of sleep….yee haw!).