I talked to C last night. He spent the entire time begging me to come get him. I wrote a long post last night about it but got an error when I tried to publish it and I don't have the energy to retype it all. Long story short - not a good call or evening.
I called a little while ago to see how he's done today and didn't get the best news. The nurse said she hadn't been called out for him so at least he didn't have to be restrained or need intervention with meds. Then I talked to his therapist. She asked if we were coming tomorrow for visitation because we really need to talk. Great! *deep breath* *sigh* I asked her why? what's going on? Pretty much, he's punishing us for not coming to get him; for not coming to save him. She told me to be prepared and stick to my guns. It's not going to be easy. As a mom, you want to save your kids. You want to make things better for them. I'll definitely be taking a Xanax before visiting tomorrow. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. This sucks.
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