911 was called. It was taking both my husband and my seventeen year old to contain youngest. my husband could have restrained him by himself-but not safely. We asked for crisis intervention to come out as well.
Youngest threatened to slit my throat because I insisted he empty his pockets before entering the van. He’d been writing things in blood he obtained by squashing mosquitoes and trying to sharpen rocks in the backyard earlier. I didn’t want him to have anything sharp in his pockets. At one point this morning he told his dad he was growing his nails out into claws. His dad told him he wasn’t an animal;he didn’t need claws. Our son disagreed. He was an animal. (wolf? werewolf???)
He has been admitted to the psych hospital. He will be there up to five days. After that, if we don’t have an RTC bed he will come back home. Since at this point we have no funding,he will be coming home.
Except,he really can’t come home. There is no way on God’s green earth we can maintain saftey. Pray for funding.
The admission proccess took five hours. The do not separate children and adolescents from the adults during intake. There were some pretty crazy folks wandering around while we waited. The admitting social worker told us that our son may end up killing someone someday. Words to make a parent proud.
The other kids,my husband and myself are devastated. My son was smiling as we left.
I am beyond exhausted.